I don’t get it. Why can’t I, myself, be happy? I always make sure everyone else is happy before I think about myself, so, why can’t they try to do the same? I tried talking to people, but no one understands or cares, so I stopped. Now I keep everything in until I get to my room, my pillows listens but I’m starting to think the pillows are getting fed up with it all. Soon, they’ll leave just like everyone else. I always say I’m “fine” or that I am “okay”, but all I really want is for someone to listen, to care, to try. Is that too much to ask for? I guess so.