Happy Tragedy

Everyone is labeled.

No matter who you are, someone else is always judging and labeling you.

Gothic.

Preppy.

Slut.

Jock.

Smart ass.

Dumb ass.

Skater.

Weirdo.

Loner.

Freak.

Country bitch.

Country dick.

Army brat.

Ghetto.

The list goes on and on and on.

Me? I'm labeled, too of course.

I'm the 'loner' or the 'weirdo'.

I don't have any friends.

No one speaks to me.

Yet, I don't feel sad or pathetic, like other people think I am.

Actually, I feel content with my quiet High School life.

Even if no one talks to me, I still make straight A's, have an 'Internet Life', and I already know what my future career path is going to be.

You may say I think I have it all figured out.

But that's not it at all.

Truth be told, I am just happy.

Nothing to it.

No twist.

No drugs.

No mental issues.

Just, happy.

Not a lot of people are happy, and I don't see why.

I mean, I understand if there is a death of someone you know or where closed to, that would make mostly anyone unhappy.

But  what I don't get is why people-

People who have lots of friends,

People who make passable grades,

People who have wonderful family lives,

People who have boyfriends or girlfriends,

People who laugh, and love, and play-

Are so unhappy with their lives?

Even I was one of those people at one point,

the unhappy ones.

But even now, I don't understand why I was unhappy.

When I was unhappy, though, I met someone.

Someone who is like I am now.

Someone I love.

And someone I miss.

Someone who was perfectly happy,

even in a unhappy situation.