I. HATE. HAPPY. PEOPLE.

I fucking hate happy people. They're the reason I never feel good enough, they're the reason I never feel like I can be the best I can be. Always those "I got a scholarship" "I have 2 kids, a husband, a house, a dog, and a great job and I'm only 27". I'm 27 and I'm alone, depressed, have no job and I can barely function. And the worst part is that everyone around me is SO fucking happy. They're all living the fucking American dream and I'm a fucking failure.