I want to feel and interact with lots of other people. I love to meet new people and I love to connect with them. It makes me feel like I'm alive. I figured that a life just filled with happiness is not really living. When I look back at my 18 years of life so far, from since I can recall I have been hating, angry, struggling, crying, struggling. But sometimes, I think that is not such a bad thing. I really used to hate it. The sadness, the hate, the people that it stemmed from. I hated those feelings that made me feel like I was clawing on my insides, screaming, consuming me. And that hate consumed me and I began to become addicted to that h