Somewhere out there, there's a mother who's trying hard to get her daughter back despite the abuse. And there's a little girl who smiles despite the odds. Why must there be one sad soul for every nine happy individuals? Why can't everyone just be happy? Yes this feeling will go as soon as I fall asleep, but times like this I wonder why sad stories make me sad. Perhaps it's because I attach myself to individuals a tad too easily. Thus, their problem becomes mine. Sighs.