I can't help but wonder to myself, I am alive? Am I dead? What the hell is wrong with me? Am I sure I'm not in hell right now? Actually, I am sure I'm not in hell, because well, I do have happy moments. Rare. Moments. List of Happy moments from the last month: -'Adam' said I sounded pretty on the phone when he prank called me. -Brad hugged me without me asking. -My entire weekend at happening. That's it. Actually, there's like two or three more, but I'm shivering and everything is wrong. I'm worried about my sanity.