I have good days and bad days. On the good (or, at least, neutral) days – which are, for now, more common than the bad ones – I am simply happy. I always carry around a little sadness with me, but that's my nature as a person; I'm softhearted, I had/have difficult circumstances, etc. But bad days are very, very, very bad. The good and neutral days make life liveable.
Why do I stick around?
I love my family, I want to be with them and pray about them, as well as live to make a difference when and how I can in any way. I want to be able to be a positive force in the world. I'm also simply scared. I have little, low-stakes things that I look forward to and stick around for – I love to watch the streetlamps come on in the evening and see what time they turned on, I have plants to care for, I have a relaxed wish list of things I want to do (have pet birds, get a motorcycle, write as much fanfic as possible, learn certain skills) that I feel no pressure to complete but just would like to do.
Also I feel like my parents put in so much work for me to live. It would crush me to crush my mom. I want her to live as happy and easy a life as possible.