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He had lived a very interesting life.

It was full of adventure and art, and just about anything you can imagine.

He had gone from living in the streets, to his parents house, to a cozy one person apartment.

Dan had always been one to go with the flow. And that's exactly what he did.

He went with the flow and joined an art school on a scholarship. From there he graduated with a degree in both literature and art history.

But one day he lost inspiration.

Paintings that once had inspired his own work now just looked like color on a canvas. It was quite depressing. To see something in such a different light.

So he tested his luck and released an album. But soon just like painting lost he lost his inspiration. Dan himself hated his voice, but his whole life others had told him it was incredible.

To say he was negative would have been an understatement. He was a full fledged pessimist.

His whole life he had fought to be optimistic. And his whole life he was constantly reminded to be more positive. That was his biggest pet peeve. He simply couldn't help it.

The glass was always half empty.

After music Dan turned to journalism. And like the others he enjoyed it. Writing brought him a certain joy that nothing else ever had.

It was like painting, but for other people. The readers mind his canvas. He loved painting pictures in other people's minds.

And just like the others, he lost his passion. Stories that once engulfed him, were now simply stories. He hated the world.

Dan absolutely hated how ugly the world had become. How was he supposed to write about murder and rape and devastating sadness like it was nothing?

And finally he gave up writing. And that's what got him teaching Highschool photography.

He had a love for photography. It had always fascinated him how pictures could freeze time. The good, the bad, it froze all of it in an instant.

The problem with Dan was his head. It had never been like everybody else's.

For years he struggled with what the doctors called depression. But he stressed it was something else. He didn't hate himself too much, and he didn't want to die like in the books and movies.

He just felt empty and sad. It was like he could never get enough life in him to be filled. He, the glass was always half empty it seemed.

All he wanted was to finally be a full glass.

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Hey guys so this is my new story.

I'm going to try and make it a little bit different. Each chapter I'll put one of my pictures that relates to the chapter so change things a little bit.

Also the cover is complete shit, I'll fix that soon