Sometimes I wonder, My God... What's the point to living? But then I hear my own voice saying suicide is never the answer... I'm not going to, nor would I ever... There's no point... I just find it hard to get up in the morning when I'm just plain miserable... And then I feel it hard to continue my day when I feel like someone just smacked me in the face with a bag filled with bricks. I always say "Look for the silver lining." "Look for the happiness.""Don't mention the bleak..." BUT MY GOD!!! To see through a river of tears to try and find the happiness and light!!! It gets to hard on my own... And soon... I will be alone... It's funny that I can laugh while crying in pure pain, but I'm not happy.... I'm hoping FurFright won't be a total bust... Or I seriously think I'm just gunna lock myself away until I ship off until December... Starting to feel that no one would miss me anyway....