The trouble of life.

How can someone with such a blessed life be so miserable? How can someone with it all hate everything? I wish I knew. For if I knew, I could improve not only my life, but the lives of those around me.
Happiness is an uncommon thing nowadays, a beautiful rarity. Most people will see spurts of happiness, small bursts lasting moments in time. But few are truly happy. I constantly wonder if it had always been this way.
I look at others lives and I examine my own and I see how deranged and backasswards they are. Nothing is the way it should be, not in my mind. And it has always been that way. Nothing fits my ideals, my beliefs. Maybe that is where many of my problems come from. How malcontent with life I am. Maybe thats what make me malcontent with MY life.
But who really knows? It is something to ponder upon on those late, nearly sleepless nights. Why is this? Why is my life like this? Why is everyone the way they are? I guess they have their own reasoning as I have mine. But what are mine?
I know some of the things that make my life one that lacks much of the attributes I so desire it to have (happiness) but there are a lot that I don't know. Things rooted deep within myself. I wish I knew. I wish someone knew. And its obvious that my life is not what I want. The way I act, my appearance, my whole demeanor.
But what is the point in complaining? No one wants to hear it, nor does anyone care. These are just meaningless words typed onto this once blank screen now filled with the words that pour out of me. I guess things will stay the same until I find out more about myself.