Things went wrong. They turned around. I'm finally happy then everything blows up.

I hate life so much right now. What’s the point anymore? Why try to find even a slight bit of happiness, when there is none. They always say when life gives you lemons make lemonade. I'd rather throw the lemons at people so they can experience the pain I'm going through. I've been hurt with things worse then lemons. Been hit really hard, mostly emotionally.

I'm starting to think that being hurt physically is better than being hurt emotionally. When you’re hurt physically, it's only a bruise, and hurts for a while then goes away, but when you’re hurt emotionally, it stays with you, inside your heart, tearing you apart everyday. Making you wonder what you did wrong, and how you could of changed it, or how can you just forget about it.

I want to forget everything. I want to not remember anything. I want to remember the good things, and forget about the bad things. Bad things are stupid. If God wanted all of us to be happy, and to live along healthy life, then why did he create heartbreaks, or murders, or cancer?

To be honest, I don't believe in that stuff, but I do believe everything happens for a reason, but I don't understand why everything that happens to me is bad, is there a reason everything happens bad. Why I always get the short end of the stick? Maybe instead of having good luck, I just have bad luck.

Maybe things go wrong because someone is telling me that someday things may go right. I may have a chance in the future to have what I want. To live in my dream house, and to marry someone, and have kids. Get my dream job into becoming a writer. Things may change around. Maybe someday I'll get the good lemons, and instead of throwing them, I'll actually make some amazing lemonade.