For a long time, I was tired. The kind of tired that made you want to lay in bed all day, not caring if it kills you. It wasn't until I started doing happy things that I actually started to be happy. Don't complain about being so tired that you can't move if you aren't going to do anything about it. Get up, have your first kiss, got to the movies, write a poem. Fall in love with life, and life will return to fall in love with you.
m.r
