It's hard to be sad...

I have to force myself to hate all the things that I love, like reading on a warm sunny day or late night drinks with my loved ones.

I try to make others around me feel the same way, by moping around and making others feel sorry for me. My friends deserve better than that.

I think terrible thoughts like no will miss me if I died, or that I'll never have anyone love me, even though I know that's not true.

I just want to be happy again....

I will be happy again.