Is it really true that others' lives are better than mine, why can't I find anything to be happy about? Everytime I read others' blogs, I feel as though life's horrible. Every single person is drifting away, school is horrendous, work is stressful and things still hurt.

If that's the case, then how do others who are more unfortunate than me find the strength? I said I'll be strong but I'm not strong enough. There must be some problem with the way I deal with people and things, or else history wouldn't have repeated itself. (Yes, it did)

I won't bend, I won't break.