Well...my life isn't the best, but I try not to complain too much knowing there's probably some poor soul out there who has it a hell of a lot worse than I do. Though, that doesn't mean I necessarily enjoy my life. I'm probably what people would call stupid, slow and completely useless, except when they want something from me. I'm not pretty and I know it, I'm not intelligent and I know it. One thing I can't stand, is watching others in pain, but then again I'm too much of a coward to help them most of the time, most the time I just get picked on or hurt for helping. But isn't that life? Those who help, get hurt. Those who love, get a broken heart. As happy as many may think I am, always laughing, I do actually have other darker emotions. Though no one ever understands that. My life seems awfully hopeless, so why not be so hopelessly optimistic, that there isn't a meaning left for the word 'happy'? Instead of fixing what is left of my life, I think I will work on trying to improve others'.
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