Happiness is something very fragile these days. I'm growing, but less and less happy because of what I see about myself. I don't consider myself 'happy' with what I'm becoming. The main reason for this unhappiness is more dealing with my position in regards to work + identity. I've tried to resist the Internet, that's taken so much of my time and energy that put into it. Now I realize the Internet became an addiction that truly emancipated my weaknesses. I hate the Internet now. It's ironic that this is my only cource of refuge in terms of expressing myself. This is the sad truth.