I was raised in a nice household with a nice family. I’ve always had nice things, things that people say will make them happy. I despise it all. I can’t stand the sight of myself, I hate this all. I don’t know why I can’t be happy. I don’t know why no matter how many medications or therapy sessions I go through, I feel no different. I claim to believe in love, yet I am not so sure why. My girlfriend is the most wonderful thing in my life along with my friends, but love seems to have nothing to do with it. Sure, I […]