i wonder if i do it all by myself
make my life harder than it needs to be
make it more confusing
more complicated
and yet, all the more pointless
i find no joy in the things that used to make me happy
while i find no joy in new things either
and so no joy is found
perhaps the person in charge of the treasure hunt for my happiness overestimated me, and hid my happiness in the stars
or perhaps they got distracted by the stars, and forgot to hide my happiness anywhere at all