The concept of "happiness" frustrates me. I can't remember the last time I felt happy. I'm not even entirely sure if I know what happy feels like.People frequently ask me what makes me happy and I give them a list of things I once enjoyed doing, but I can never seem to come up with anything current.I know I have plenty of reasons not to be happy, but very few people know about them. I'm sure that...

Music was once a huge part of who I was. I played it, I listened to it, I appreciated it.I've realised now that it's become all I am. My life has no substance to it any more. All the bad in my life was supposed to stop in my teens. I was told it was trivial. All of it. But I'm not so sure. It's all so real these days.I've been to more funerals in the past month than should be allowed. 5 in 30 days...