Just look around you, at how happy everyone can be at times, even if things seem dire. Hospital workers, veterinarians, wildlife caretakers. Look towards the future, what promises can be brought with time. Look at the past, with people using primitive versions of today's tools and not yet blessed with today's technology. Just think about them for a moment, and how happy they are or have been. Anyone at anytime can be happy, for happiness is a mood, not an object that can be given to others. Happiness is a mindset, a perspective on life. In any situation, people can find both good and bad, it simply depends on your mental health. If such health is fractured, others will help fix it, and help you through difficult situations, but this can not happen without first agknowledging the mental state. Sometimes, such people refuse to accept help, but in reality, they may require it even more than others, so treating everyone well is required to help those who are too afraid to come out. In summary, happiness is how people see life, and can be affected by philosophies. Sometimes, such perspective can be damaged, with people requiring support, but they may refuse, requiring everyone to be treated well and with kindness.

All I remember is that I was stabbed in the back. I didn’t expect this at the graduation party of all places. I fucking trusted that son of a bitch Allen.

He promised me, “Don’t worry, I’ll drive you home after.”

And then what did he do the SECOND that slut Stacey invited him to her house for a drink?

He left me, alone, drunk, and barely conscious on the bathroom floor, in some druggie’s house, surrounded by strangers.