There are no words left.
To console you is a joke.
You cannot be happy. You cannot be happy for yourself, and therefore cannot be happy for anyone else. Everyday is the worst day of your life. Every trial and tribulation is the worst, and only you can know how it feels, and surely nothing will EVER make it better.
Good people seem to be far and few between. Authority is always, always, always misunderstood. And because of that, there will always be something to complain about. Life is against you. Your family is against you.
Stand up. Get on your feet. Open your eyes. Live. And for the love of all that is holy, be happy. Be happy for yourself, and for people that you hate, and for people that you enjoy. And if you can’t, keep trying until you succeed.
It is then, that I will console you.
