As life carries on through all our struggles. You can’t do much. You go through depression, you knew it was coming. People call you emotional, but you know you aren’t so you just smile, and say I can be, or I’m proud of it. Your life is confusing. You find the one you love, but once you find him you wish you wouldn’t have. You have 1 day when you cry at any joke that you would usually find funny, but that day you found it hurtful and offensive. You need someone to hug. You wish someone will just hug you. Once someone finally hugs you it’s just not enough. You need that special someone. You cry. Thinking of how happy other people are makes it seem like your life is the worse. You can’t stand that people take you as a joke. You can say some thing and they think its funny but the truth is, you weren’t joking. That whole day all you want to be with is a boy or friend that is a sister to you. But, the next day, you feel so happy. So clear and it’s because you talked to someone who cared and who listened and took you seriously.