I’ve come to the conclusion that I’ll just never be happy. My dad recently got upset with because he said I’m always looking sad. Instead of asking what was wrong he said, “I pay all the bills in this house just to come home and you always got that look on your face.” When I tell y’all I was hurt. I fear that because I have know one to tell how I’m feeling, I’ll keep all these emotions built up and become an old and bitter woman. I’m also always compared to my grandmother who is the black sheep of the family. She’s getting older and I want to spend time with her but my family will think I’m going to become her.