I believe I remember the last time I was truly happy in my life. It was my first time playing Sonic 1. I was about 4 years old at the time.
I've been miserable ever since.
My parents didn't know what to do with me, so I've been forced to learn to cope with my messed up emotions and dark mental state. Finally, it's started to affect my immediate family, and if something isn't done, my 13-year old sister is gonna end up like me.
I am the singular source of misery in my family, so it falls to me to get help so everyone else can, too.
I wish I could say I felt good about this, but I don't. It's been a while since I've truly wanted to die in order to get out of everyone's hair, but that's sounding pretty good right about now. Without me, maybe everyone can find peace, I don't know.