In my almost twenty one years,  I have come to realize my existence isn't for me. I wasn't brought into this world for me, or just for the sake of my existence. My existence isn't for me, I wasn't meant to be happy. So every shred of happiness, I hold in my hands, tightly, till it turns to dust. Till it turns to tears. That I shed to release the sadness left behind. I'm not on this planet for me. My tears won't change that. I was born for everyone else.