Reasons

I think (and I do that a little too much than healthy) that maybe, just maybe, I was just an angry teenager who just had to release all that pent up anger. That that rather large bottle labeled "anger" in my heart was filled with angst enough to last me a year. So it was just right that I built up walls for myself, surrounded myself with happy things and just became happy. It was alright that I kept to myself and lived in my own world and made myself happy that way.

And now, I think I've used up all that anger and stuff. And I think I might just be ready to get out of here to see what else makes me happy.