I used to be cynical, rolling my eyes for things I once thought ridiculous. But now, I'm not anymore. I can't say that I don't care, maybe I can finally appreciate how others are happy in their own ways. Maybe I've respected that and finally admitted to myself that I was jealous of that - of their happiness. Now, I'm just waiting for the day I get to breathe freely again, it feels like it's been a long long time.