How can people honestly be happy with life, when life’s only goal is to drive them crazy? When the only compassion you get is from your pet dog, and the people you cherish the most only want to go back on their promises? When the sadness and depression that is erupting from the volcanoes of teenage life burns like the hot lava that it is? When the only news in the morning is that someone checked into rehab, and the only news at night is that someone else committed suicide? Hah. Take a look at my life, and find a reason for me to be happy. Go ahead. I dare you.
