It's hard to be positive when nothing ever goes right. But, you need to live.
You need to breathe. Sadness we can't control that. But being miserable is a choice.
My thoughts sound better in books I didn't write, and in the songs I didn't sing.Even then sometimes there is no piece of literature, no song, no work of art that can really explain what you feel. There is no double-edge comfort in knowing that no one really knows.