You wanna know what I hate, being happy. When I'm happy all I think about is "when is the truth gonna come." When is depressing reality gonna come back and crush me, when is the ugly truth gonna show its head. Cause after all the further the climb, the higher the fall. Welcome to the endless loop of accepting the sadness of life and every now and then getting to ignore it just to realize how shity everything is. Welcome to my, Saylor Hill's, life.