You don’t hate life as much as you think you do. You hate that there are people who make it look easy. They tell you not to worry; they tell you everyone has their own problems. Still, you resent the ones who get an extra Friday night with their friends, who celebrated a holiday with more cheer then you, whose Instagram accounts are filled with more smiles then yours. Of course they’ve been sad, and they’ve felt their share of pain but they don’t sacrifice the time you do. It’s not that you want a life without rain; you just want to know you’re not the only one getting wet.