you live a comfortable life, you're still young, you have many friends that seem to care, you have a loving family, there are kids out there suffering, starving, being beaten, raped, killed, abused, tortured, growing up in horrid conditions, with no home and THEY manage to stay hopeful, to stay happy, to smile. you have no excuses.
then why can't i be happy? why can't i live? what is wrong with me?
