Happiness...

...is something that seems rather hard to achieve. I admire those who can, but still understand how the world is.

Hello. :)

Happiness.
It's different for each of us. It doesn't really make sense. I'm happiest in a place quite and pretty and usually pretty far from anything human. Or with a camera in my hands. Or singing. Rarely can I truly feel at peace and happy though. With friends, I am happy, but I'm usually just being distracted.
I'm fully at loss as to how one can maintain happiness when they see the little horrors of the world. How can it be possible with the big horrors? How?
Do they just not care? No, I know someone like this. She cares quite a lot. How does she do it?
Hmm... I don't know. I guess we are just not nearly grateful enough for what we have.

Alright. So... I blame my family for my ridiculous emotions. They're all so fucking sensitive. They cry and cry, and whine and whine, and yell and scream. It hurts my ears. It pisses me off. Who the fuck cares about your stupid ridiculous problems? The yelling hurts my brains. The crying makes me annoyed. The whining makes me mad. Yeah, I'm aware that I'm not such a lovely family member. But yelling hurts everyones head. Crying, is fine. But it isn't when it's over salt! Or something ridiculous like that. The whining? Yeah... Does anyone enjoy listening to constant whining and complaining, about every little thing?

Kay... Goodnight. My head hurts.
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