Sometimes you forget how to be happy.

Today suppose to be a happy day, it's suppose to be a day where i look back at my yr7 photos and laugh at all the good old times, laugh at the bad decisions, laugh at the innocence, laugh at everything good that happened. But the more i think about how happy i use to be, the more i realise how sad i've became. Jenny said those yr7 photos make her reflect on her life, well surely that made me reflect on my life as well. All the mistakes started to surface, all the wrong decisions ive made come back to haunt me, i'm actually a failure in life. I've done nothing great with my life, and i've even fail to find someone who'd stick around and love me and just be there for me, at least jenny has james. Who do i have? Everyone i love just keeps making promises that they dont keep, they just keep leaving me. I fucking hate life, i fucking hate growing up, i hate these fucking experiences, i fucking hate everything.