Life is funny. I used to think I would be able to write funny stories about my life. Then I realized that I’m not a good writer. And then of course, I also realized that I’m not a funny person. Nor do I normally see the funny in most situations. Right. I know I look too much into the past. I yearn for more innocent times. I know I should learn to appreciate my present. Yet, I can’t seem to find much pleasure in my present. What is wrong with me?