Are all of your real life friends all dead because of your never ending negativity, so they all clubbed together and went to las vegas, went to a shooting range, picked the shotgun package, went through the health and safety training, took the gun licence test, passed it, then went to pick up their licenses from the NRA offices, then they went to home depot, purchased a shotgun each and two shells. Then did they go to max spielman with a memory card stolen from your mom (big joanna) print off a real life-size picture of you and then drive into the desert, towards the hoover dam where they then took turns to pin up your life-size picture, load their shotguns, each shoot 1 shell into your photo whilst yelling and crying. Then with their other shells, did they shoot each other off the top of the hoover dam with the last person being pissed off because he had no one to shoot him into the dam, so he yelled "**** you big john, you negative ninny!" Before just launching himself off the top of the dam and falling on some power cables and horribly burning half to death before falling the rest of the way and smashing his skull at the bottom of the dam?
Because that's what I think. And I think it's the reason you're sad all the time because of that stuff I just said.