There used to be this one time in my life where everything was good, I don't know if I was really happy but I mean it was as close as I've gotten. As life progresses so do problems. Mental and physical stresses slowly feeling like they drain the life out of you. But then again, when was it even there? The void was there waiting to be filled. But what do you fill it with? Whats the point of happiness if you cant wallow in misery. I'm typing what I'm thinking because I don't want to say it. I don't want to say the things I'm thinking because I don't think any really wants to hear them.