Life is a b!tch sometimes. I am sick and tired of being happy and putting on a face for people. It is not always me. More often then not I find myself not giving two craps about the world around me. Finding myself sitting alone in my dark closest and forgetting that the world exist. Screw the rainbows, and screw the fluffy bunnies. They are not always there. Like I said reality bites. There is death out there, there is hatred out there, they have been there since the beginning of time, and will continue to be there until the end. Screw the world has been my motto lately. Depression has taken a toll and it is here to stay. The emo is coming out and quite frankly I could care less. Fake smiles and happy notes it just not always my style. Life is not always a bed of roses, sometimes you have to be pricked by the thorns. Which seems to be the way of my life. I have come to except it. Part of me has even come to enjoy it.Is that wrong? I don't care either way. A question that does not need an answer. The light has become to bright, let it dim.

Its all true {{{Melissa}}}

true... but those thorned roses are still beautiful, and smell of sunshine... And butterflies aren't dead ;)

oh damn.. happy thoughts.. sorry

Sorry Whisper. My fluffy bunnies are alive and well. However.....((((((Whisper)))))....I'll happily let them jump all over you and tickle you anytime you want.

Thanks, but it is OK, you keep them.

One day at a time, and don't look back...move on and try to become stronger, if all else fails become apathetic towards the more useless of causes (save the crack addicts, alcoholics, etc.) Or be like me and try out ataraxia (though not a recommendation).