I have been there, I don't know whether I'm still there. That dreadful wake where you open your eyes and feel like complete and utter ****. It's a cliche to say mornings like that won't bother so much, fact they bother you more and more but you get along with it. A knife stab across your hand, two hundred times, it'll still bother you that you're bleeding, that you're hurting but if you must get cut might as well wear a smile going with it. I have been to places in my life where tears lubricate my eyes from the complete arid atmosphere, where everything leaves you breathless. I tell you, truly, that those mornings come and go, that every time you look into the mirror you feel a little prouder. I ******* didn't, but I'm sure someone somewhere feels a little prouder every morning, and I applaud these people. I admit, there's moments when you feel like it's a meteor crashing down on your self and everyone around you, the hope you have for love seems like an illusion bestowed upon your worst enemies like a hot cheerleader and an ugly guy prank. It seems all rather too fleeting at times, you could **** yourself but that takes effort and I myself am not one for putting effort into anything. I have known times where I put effort into things, it's all been a calamity one after the other. Yet I held a smile so I welcome all of you to hold a smile as well. You all look beautiful, you all are beautiful, you all look handsome, you all are handsome. Keep living because only by not living will you ever truly be dead.