Y'know, sometimes, life just sucks. For no good reason, and there's little cheering you, no matter how happy you know you should, or could be. One minute you're fine. Next minute you're so damn apathetic you don't give a shit about anything. Then you're melancholy, wishful and wanting. Lethargy sets in. There's no point in doing your best, but you do what you have to, and you help your team when they're down. Even when they don't feel like they're playing on the same team, half the time. When you try and cheer yourself up, you hurt. Then... well, you're just tired, and your empty bed looks as good as a grave, when both offer unconciousness. I know this ain't as good as it gets. But it's sure a hell of a way to live.
Eh. To hell with it.
"If it makes you happy, it can't be that bad. If it makes you happy, then why the hell are you so sad?"