We should've known that we'd grow up sooner or later cause we wasted all our free time alone...

The other day, I sat in my bed, pondering the way people think. They say (whoever "they" is) that you are happiest when your environment and people you are around are cheerful. Well I've heard that a few times and noticed its not exactly true. I've been living in a very happy-go-lucky place for a while and each day I seem to be falling deeper into my nightmares. Just when I think I'll get out, I get a wave of desperation and disappointment, and slide back down.Now, I am a very optimistic person. People hardly ever see me upset. On the outside I hide it all very well, and on the inside I fool myself. It's gotten to the point where I don't truly know whether I'm content with my life or not. I cannot distinguish between my lies and the bold truth. I feel as though I need someone at all times or else I am alone. I am constantly looking for that prince charming, only to be disappointed in the fact that there is no such thing. Still, I have hope. If there were no such thing as true love, I believe the world would end. There would be no happiness, no life without love. Though my years are young, I feel as though I am deeply missing out, as if my time for love will never come. But everyday when I see mothers kissing their babies goodbye, or lovers sharing intimate secrets or the way a husband looks at his wife with complete adoration, it's a reminder that there is Love and soon I will experience that same feeling too. So I shall stay strong and hope, and suppress with all my power that feeling of being alone. And I shall stop whining and moaning already.