YOLEH YOLEH YOLEH. YOLEH YOLEH YOLEH YOOOOO

I can almost see your overweight frame while you type your little ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) comment, I imagine you, little ♥♥♥♥, laughing so hard as you click it that you drop your Kappacuino on the floor, but it's ok, your mother will clean it up in the morning. Oh, that's right. Did I fail to mention? You live with your mother. So sick of having to do everything for you all ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ day,for a grown man who spends all his time on Steam posting ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°). Just imagine this. She had you, and then she thought you were gonna be a Twitch streamer or a donger, and then you became a ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°). A pathetic ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°). She probably cries herself to sleep everyday thinking about how bad it is and how she wishes she could just disappear. She can't even try to talk with you because all you say is "( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)." A sad little man laughing in the dark by himself as he prepares to indulge in the same old dance that he's done a million times now. And that's all you'll ever be.

The reason people find it so hard to be happy is that they always see the past better than it was, the present worse than it is, and the future less resolved than it will be.