I wish I was happy, happy with myself and happy with my life. I couldn't tell you how many times I have wished that over the years. Most of my days lately are filled with sorrow, apathetic numbness, loneliness, bitterness, and disappointment - I feel that humanity is slowly chipping away what makes me, me. I also wish I could still believe all the things I valued growing up, with the imagination, true love, and society's altruism, that it wasn't all just a fragile facade.