Humans are forever discontent—always thinking there are better alternatives to their present circumstances.

Rainy, gloomy, drab, sunless day.  There are times when hope seems entirely clouded over, when looking for the blessings in your circumstances feels like trying to catch a ray of sunshine from six feet under.

Alas, impatience is but another form of unhappiness. It is true, it is true. I have never met a happy impatient person.

My life has become a dismal sigh fettered by pangs of grief and anguished weeping.

Misery is a river of tears that whispers my name in a constant hiss.

As ofttimes as it rains on my little spot of earth, you'd think I'd grow accustomed to the gloom.