Bad days suck

What is about good days where it seems like ten bad days are around the corner ? Bad days have haunted every good that I have had for a long time. It's like for every amazing moment that I have where I just forget any problem or just any stupid nonsense that comes at me, a moment of suckeyness comes and screws it up and makes everything ten times worse.  It makes me question when can I just be happy ? I mean I hear of all my friends just constantly being happy, why can't I be like that ? This one thing that made my want to write a book about a suicidal author, that and my own battles with being suicidal, but writing it without a pessimistic view is quiet hard. I want it to have this uplifting feeling to it but I just don't feel uplifted. I miss the days were I could just vent to one person and they would assure me like no one else could that everything will be all right.  I just wanted you all to know Bad Days Suck !!!