Sometimes it's hard to be happy. Sometimes maybe i'm just holding on to something too tight. Too tight for me to breathe and handle. Exam times are always those moments that get you right down to the core of sadness. It was already bad enough that I did bad on one, now two more to go. Sometimes I don't know what type of person I am. Will people love me? Am i actually secretly hated? What is there left of me? Can someone help me out of this dark whole?\

I'm not happy. I figure... I'll really never. be.