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.
its your choice wether life is enjoyable or not and if it mostly isnt it was your own choice you could make it through not alone but by choice deffinitly