Close your eyes, open your heart. Breathe.

Why does Nicholas Sparks insist on making me blat my bloody eyes out during each and every one of his movies/books? like really Nicky, can't you find anything happy to write about? It's all soldiers going to war, people dying of secret diseases, losing your true love; where is the joy in your novels? The fleeting moments of happiness that occur somewhere before the end of the 4th chapter, and vanish somewhere before the end of the 5th? I would like to stick a number in your head Nicky; I would venture to guess that about 83% of your average novel has the potential to make the average sap cry. Which is awful because our lives are hard enough as it is. And your stories just put us in the mind frame to cry and be depressed, which makes the small unfortunes of our lives seem worse. And then we feel guilty for feeling bad about our lives even though John just re-enlisted for another two years, or Ronnie's Dad is hiding his cancer from her and she keeps being mean to him, or because Jamie is dying and Landon keeps crying. Seriously Nicholas, WRITE SOMETHING HAPPY.