I tried to be happy, but it's like my instincts are telling me to be depressed, like it's the only way I know how to think, to live. I can't take this anymore, I'm a no good, talentless worm. Everytime I look inside myself, I feel dead, gutted of everything that would make a positive difference in me. What always revolved in my head is that there is "no guarentee for happiness." Only the lucky few possess it and I'm not one of them.