You can choose to live your life with the joy of the front row or solemness of the third row. The choice is yours. That's me in the front row with my joy. Those are my coworkers in the third row. Every day is a struggle to keep them from killing my joy.
Sometimes, i feel alone. And sometimes even my friends make me feel alone. I am happy most of the time, but some days just no. I hate being made fun of, and feeling worthless. since grade i never felt this depressed. My best guy friend is the only one