I don't clearly remember the day I stopped caring about the small things.

I'm not sure when I stopped showing that stupid smile.

Or when that unconditional happiness changed to limited happiness.

No one can possibly pinpoint the exact moment when they become unhappy because it isn't just a feeling, it's a process.

The days adding makes the change more and more drastic.

The basic things start to become less basic.

I end up losing hope.