Island

He greeted her with a big smile a loud happy "hello!" She grinned and said plainly, "hi". Peter would get so frustrated, he always tries his best to come off happy, cheerful, he never wanted to hurt anyone, but in turn, everyone hurt him. He was tired of all the bull shit and the false happy conversations he would bring up. He was angry, depressed, and didn't care about anyone, but for his own well being and because he didn't want to die alone, he always tries to smile, but it never did him any good, his smiles were useless, his silly conversations were always a dead end, and the opposite sex always seemed to turn him down because he was a "nice guy". So once again, peter sat outside smoking a cigarette, speaking to himself about what was on his mind, going around in circles in his head, excited to get back to his book inside, where he could transport into another world and see life through another characters eyes on an island that doesn't even exist. This was peters joy, and this is where he found his passion, love, and gratitude for this pile of shit we call the world, inside a dead mans head..