I generally try to be a good person. I really do. And they say that good things happen to good people, right? So why the fuck does the universe keep taking a shit on my life? I swear sometimes that I am just never meant to be happy or to find someone that I can be happy with. I cannot be with the woman I am in love with. I find out the reason my friends started hating me a few months ago is for a ridiculously childish reason. I cannot do my job because doing my job physicaly injured me to the point where I am gonna have to be discharged from the Army. I loved being in the Infantry but no more. I am always in pain because of my injury. I can't see my family. I am seriously struggling here people. I am pissed off all the time because my life is spinning out of control. What the hell am I to do? It has to get better from here, right?