Me being me I'm ALWAYS depressed, and even when it may seem like I'm happy, just give me a second and you'll see I'm really not as happy as I act. The only good thing about these emotions, such as love, jealously, depression, and anger, give you something to write about- like songs and poetry. But it also really sucks, it can lead people to doing crazy things. Ever notice that? How people are willing to die just to escape the dreadful emotions we are cursed with, the pain we are forced to deal with? And then you have to listen to people talk about other people, its so frustrating to know they don't even know what they are talking about. I'm basically an orphan... Not by choice, it just happened my dad died 2 months before my birth and my mom died 3 years later or my sis' birthday. And then I listen to people label and talk about me, when they have no clue why I am who I am or why I do what I do. But love is an amazing feeling, but then you always wonder if its real. Every emotion has its ups and downs... I just happen to be one of those people who notice the downs more. But this just so happens to be one of those times I'm thinking about both sides, and am totally confused. And now I'm wondering how I can turn what I feel into a non-crappy writing... I guess what I'm trying to say is that... I don't know- life makes you think.