I mean, fine, I understand that one can't always be happy, but for most people, they just have their rough moments once in a while, but most of the time they're at least content. With me, I get completely and utterly depressed, and then eventually something happens again that makes me feel as though I have a purpose. This usually lasts for a short amount of time, and then it gets taken away from me. Every single f***ing time. I can't take it anymore. I'd rather just never be happy than get it taken away. That, or ceasing to exist, would work.
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