My friend of Misery....

When I was younger I thought of sadness as a thing of fate, that I was destined in some way to have to go through the bad times to learn something and it would only end when I'd picked up the idea.

This stopped me dealing with my problems. In a way, especially being something of a poet, I fell in love with being on the surface, depressed.

It took me a long time to get over that, mainly because I didn't have anyone, or I didn't let anyone help me as I as an still am, a stubborn fool.

I hope that some of you will not fall too deeply in love with your sadness, your frustration...I know how powerful it can be, especially in those precious teenage years when you are grasping for something to hold onto, to define you.

If you can, use your negative feelings to inspire you out of whatever situation you are in. Get angry, get mad and do something about it, in a positive way of course.

I still struggle to stay on the up and up, but being happy and positive isn't some magical thing you just have...you must work at it...constantly...it takes investing and pruning.

Good luck my brothers and sisters...I'm feeling very good today cause I did good things...it's a simple system...

This made me cry, in a good way ofcourse.
I really hope I get there.