Gravity Hates Me

I want something to live for. Something to wake up to everyday. I want to glow with the purest of elation... or half of that, anyway. Wouldn't want to be too greedy, right? I just want to be happy. It seems as if all my hopes and dreams always crash at great speeds no matter the painstaking carefulness. I'm so weak! Crawling on my knees, gravity won't stop pulling me down! My god, let me fucking breath a little. I've tried getting off this morbid path towards destruction but to no avail. What the hell.