Okay.

Sometimes life is hard. Like, really hard.

So hard that sometimes you don't feel like getting out of bed in the morning, and that no body understands, and that staying at home is a much better option that having to face the world and their plastic smiles.

You don't want to be happy. You don't want to be sad. You just want to be alone and cry, but be with people and laugh all at the same time.

You are angry and depressed and broken.

But that is okay.

For some reason, I feel like this is all that I have to say. Its not poetic or beautifully written, but it is true. You are not a failure if you are sad. 

Okay?