And what is unhappiness? It is when you compare yourself to others. When the thing that matters is not what you have, but what you don't have.
And hope? It is air filling your lungs.
I would like to be temporarily locked up in a little room with nothing in it, being unable to do anything but lie on the floor and wait for somebody else to let me out.
I want to be loved so intensely that I end up losing myself in the process. I end up becoming a million other people but never me. That's not how you get others to love you. To be loved there's only one thing that you must learn to do, and that is love. You must love. The person you are and the people around you.
VastaaPoistaHappy kids don't write stuff like this.