I thought I were the most lucky girl.

I thought I were the most lucky girl. Life is tough. I've been to California this year, and I thought I was so lucky to have this great chance. I could breath as long as I want. There are too many problems to slove. I have no ways to solve one of them myself. Or I am just not brave enough. I feel not so happy as I imagine. I can understand that we need to find out the ways to feel happy. Now I really need to take a rest. I think I am a girl who doing the things very hard. Now someone judges me. I feel so frustrated and think that why not just tolerate me more. Especially, it is not on working days. We shouldn't be so serious all the time, should we?