endlessly

I don't know what to type here. But I've been so depressed and depressing lately I don't want people thinking I'm some gravely morose fella who knows nothing but sorrow. Sometimes I feel that way, but most of the time I know I will be happy eventually. I've just been so wronged so much so that it's difficult for me to forget about it. I don't know. What is happiness?? Is it ignorance of that which could be? Is it acceptance of that which truly is? If so, then I guess I'll never be truly happy. Cuz all I know is that which I believe is happiness and I just want to make it a factor in my life everyday. It's really not that much to ask for. At least I don't think so. Sacrifice. Comprimise. Consideration. Communication. Whatever, I'm just drinking my woes away again. Happy St. Pat's everybody!!