The other day, I was feeling incredibly low, depressed, lonely, miserable, and with a massive creative block. I tried to draw and I couldn't, the flow just wasn't there. Everything was just...horrible. I felt horrible, about almost everything.
And then my sister comes home, the chirpy bubbly little chubby bundle of life, just walks in, singing and with a big smile on her pudgy face. At first I think "Why on earth is she always so happy? There's always something to laugh about, and she's always smiling? Why?" It wasn't a bad thing, but it just made me so curious as to how someone can constantly be so easily happy.
So i went to go walk up to