you can never fully be happy in life. for most, we’re born with the bad things in life. some of us grow up without a mother or father, of both. some of us grow up in the terrible parts of the world. without a home, without a family, without clothes, food, an education. some of us just grow up different. these terrible things are what tell us to be appreciative of what we have.. to not be sorry for ourselves and how we feel. I grew up with a family, a roof over my head, food on the table, a mother, father, in a good part of world.
that gives me no excuses to be sad. or to feel the way I do, right now.. I shouldn’t be upset or feel depressed. I’ve been blessed with good things.
I may get yelled at or punching my bed, I may be cry when I’m afraid of losing someone.. I might trip and fall for people who don’t deserve it. I might hit a bump in the road and the fail to try to get over it.. I may have scars and pain hidden on my arms.. I’m truly terrible.
this state I’m in, I deserve it. despite this all, there is no way out for me..
than the only out there is.