I've been trying for my entire life. It's just so unbelievably frustrating to have your best efforts continuously fail. There have been a few rare times that i found myself happy, but they are so few and far in between. Twice in seven years... It just slips through my fingers. It's as though life occasionally gives me a taste of happiness in order to remind me of what misery is supposed to feel like. It feels like divine forces are working against me and I'm a lowly and hopelessly overmatched ant facing an angry God. I've felt like this for the last 25 years and I don't want to feel another minute of it. Not today, not tomorrow, or next month, or next year, or next decade. I don't want to spend the prime of my life like this. This isn't the life I wanted to live.