I have nothing of importance to say about my life. At 21, I'm not supposed to really have done anything significant, but I still feel as if I'm just wasting my life. I'm not sure what I'm supposed to be doing or how to go about doing it, but there has to be SOMETHING that I'm meant to do. How is it that I can like something so much (writing) yet I'm not any good at it and I lack the discipline to sit down and create something? How is it that everyone can have this huge something that they're just AMAZING at and I have nothing? I'm not good at anything! I'm a bitch who complains too much and thinks about causing bodily harm to people when I'm pissed. I have anger problems and depression that I can't shake. The biggest accomplishment of my life is being able to survive and thrive after being molested by my older brother. That may seem like a big accomplishment to some, but I'm tired of my talent of surviving bad situations.
I often think about what-if situations, like being raped and whatnot. Honestly, after what I've been through in my life, I'm not sure if a rape would really bother me. I'd probably just sigh and add it to the list. How is it that some people can have their lives so effing easy, then others have to struggle and fight in order to just be happy? That's really all I want. I want a talent that I can be truly proud of in a material way and I want to be happy. I mean, really. Is being happy such a freaking hard goal to accomplish? People do it all the time, so why is it so elusive to me? Why don't I deserve happiness when I crave it so desperately? I'm not asking for much in my life, but achieving happiness seems like such an unobtainable goal for me. I try so freaking hard to be positive, but everywhere I go, I'm surrounded by so much negativity from people and situations, it just brings me down again.
So, the million dollar question: How can Suzanne Hoyle be happy with her life?
Also, how am I supposed to try and live each day as if it's my last, when I'm hoping with everything that I am that it WILL be my last day?