why do they all have to be happy when I'm feeling miserable? and with their oh-so-perfect lives surrounding me from everywhere?
and why does it always seem that when one gets happy, everyone else gets happy as well? geez.
I DO NOT HATE HAPPY PEOPLE. I JUST ENVY THEM.
(I know, I'm stupid, ungrateful and selfish. but I can't stand the crying anymore. because it's not just a river. by now, my tears could fill an entire ocean)