I guess I was happy as a child, maybe it was because I didn't know things could be better than what they were. Once I started growing up and actually started understanding things I knew things weren't really all that great. The light that had beamed from "happiness" started to fade and now as an adult I know the light is gone with nothing to ignite it.

Emotions are just a huge pain in life. I get all the wrong ones and they just make me feel more emotions because of it. I just... hate emotions. Sometimes I wish I was colder and didn't care about things as much but I guess that's not right or something.

I didn't ask for all of my baggage, I didn't ask to be who I am, I didn't ask for any of this and I never even asked to be here. But I am here and I don't know what for since all I do here is make people angry and sad. I don't really care about how they feel its just; is that my reason for being on this planet to annoy and have people hate me. It seems like an easy job and it is but its also tiring.