You were right

I can't stand the truth and I have no life and I'm weak. I can't even stay happy for a full day and when I can, I break down after a few days anyway. And then the worst thing: I'm a dream-crusher. Right when I show you it can be different too, I break down again and show you I can't fully change, and I show you that the thought you had that it'd finally be like that is nothing more than a thought, and that it's not like that. Maybe I wasn't made to be happy.