I have to admit, that it's hard to write anything good, when everything happening to you is bad. You may think that I'm being dramatic, but you don't really don't know my life. You only know what I choose to share with you on here, which isn't a whole lot right now. I have turned into a cynical, self-deprecating bum. Being happy go lucky is a thing of the past for me. I am officially an adult, and it sucks. When I say that I am an adult, it doesn't necessarily mean that I act like one. I have become more dependent than ever. When I say that I am an adult it just means that I am a depressed mess: nothing more, nothing less. I wouldn't wish this on anyone, yet it is all happening to me...all at once. BAM! BAM! BAM! The world is against me, and there is nothing at all that I can do about it. I am tired of trying to make everyone else happy, when that is one thing I cannot even do for myself. It's sad, but from what I hear, that's life.