Dont they always. Sorrow must be the hardest thing to get rid off. Maybe its because some people thrive on it. It fuels the greatest art, it fuels passion for the better. It pushes people to improve on things and make things better. I'm sure the toilet bowl came from the sorrow of the boy who always cleaned up after peoples shit. But despite the great importance and possibilities that derive from sorrow, it still sucks. It sucks that we cannot live without it. That without pain there can be no true happiness. I walk the streets and see everyone walking around me. A neutral face is an unhappy face. A happy face is a facade. It might just be me. But i think the world is depressed. Happiness being the hobby we partake in while with our friends. I know that i subconsciously hide my sorrows. It scares me when i let it out. It scares me to know that i am not happy. When i truthfully have no right to be upset. Am i being selfish? To be depressed is so self-assuring. To acknowledge your own depression is so self-pitying. Its like a sad cry for attention that even you acknowledge. The more emo your post the more likely you will have a comment telling you to cheer up. When was the last time we got a reply to our emo post that went, "Suck it up bitch. Your sad cry for attention is just a sad cry for attention. Everyone is depressed dont think your special." . Perhaps we all need a message like that.  Through that we would finally realise the extent of our selfishness. To love ourselves so much that we are innately unable to put the happiness of another in front of ours. Which makes movies and television shows lies. People jumping in front of cars for other people, taking a bullet for the president, taking blame for the crime you did not commit. These things never happen. How does one discard himself for another? Its really so difficult to put aside your pains to get the gains for another person. I guess im just not as good a person as i thought. A good person would find it easy. A good person would make it natural. A good person does not matter to anyone because if he matters nothing to himself, noone else will make him matter. We are a generation of selfish ungrateful yaps. Never truly understanding or comprehending the great sacrifices that our parents make for us. Parents, teachers and friends. We are taking-monsters and giving-deprived. Leading to broken shells of friends, severely disappointed parents and teachers that try not to remember you. In all of this madness that is my rant, the key note i guess is not the realization of these things. But the fact that depression comes when we realise it. Do we really want to realise these? Or is blissful ignorance the way to go? Is my happiness > the worlds happiness. If it were not and everybody knew, the world would be happy. Selfishness is our great sin. We wish we were amazing, incredible and important. But we are not. You are not a beautiful and unique snowflake.

And when i say motherfucker i do mean motherfucker, because mother Earth is dieing and you continue to fuck her to death........and yes, God is watching you, but no need to be embarressed. -Andre 3000, Outkast

Its time I get to sleep. I need to be happy tomorrow.