I was happier then with no mind set

It happens a few times in a life. It sounds crispy and it's called : the beginning of the end... I am thinking about the last day I spent with a happy face. That's weird but I can't remember exactly when it was. Now, I feel like a bad taste in my mouth, almost everybody want to kill the rest of my willingness. A shoot at my feet to frighten me ! Finally, they act with their real faces. It's always easier to ruin someone weak and to add their faults on the poor guy who didn't realized what happened. The end will be probably long, painful and toilsome. I have no fear, I am not even anxious... I know the road!