Today should be one of the happiest days of my life. One of my short stories actually appeared in print in a magazine today. That said, I still feel empty inside. I want to be happy, but I just can't. I still feel like I am a horrible failure. I can't stand feeling this way, but I just do. I wish it would just stop. One day, I would like to go to bed actually feeling happy and fulfilled. That is my dream.