life is good. Most of the time its bad. Sometimes I get along with my parents. Most of the time I don’t. Sometimes I can smile. Most of the time they don’t even know how to form. Sometimes life lets me breath frsh, happy air. Most of the time I’m breathing toxic, sufocating air. You get it?
Sometimes things are good, but most of the time its bad. I can’t ever accept happiness, becauze it all goes away in a matter of time.