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How come all I wanted was for the year I was sixteen to be a happy year? That's all I wanted was to be happy and successful, but I would have settled for just happy. I am miserable, worse than that if its possible. I try to keep myself as busy as possible and get involved with new things, but nothing seems to really help. I wasn't even good enough for the guy I wanted to hook up with. It wasn't that I wasn't attractive enough, because we've messed around, but he used the excuse he didn't want a relationship. Then, he turns around and was going to ask another girl out! So, I wasn't good enough for him. It seems like I'm not good enough for anyone these days, not even my own parents. For the most part, I'm a pretty good kid, and I'm always getting in trouble for stupid things. Plus, I'm not nearly as skinny as I want to be, it always seems someone is mad at me, and so on. I'm just so unhappy. My life is always spiraling down and its never perking up. I need something to go UP. I don't know how much longer I can take of this honestly. I cry too often. I hate self-pity, and I won't wallow in it.