Bed of lemons

The other day I was just in class discussing about suicide rate among teenagers with my course mates and tutor. We came up with a conclusion. Why kids nowadays think suicide for the slightest reason can solve every problem? The answer? They're too pampered and spoil. Their parents always give in to them since they were young, they never got "NO" for an answer so they think everything will go their way. When they're in society, it doesn't work that way. When things didn't go their way, they'll opt for suicide. That's what the parent of one of the suicide victim said.
Suicide is something that I can confidently say i don't have to worry about. For one thing, I got my family and religion to stop me from doing anything harsh. Second, I think i can rationalize better before thinking about anything rash. Since young, I've been receiving "No" till now. I'm pampered yes but not spoilt.
Now, why am I talking about lemons in the title? Have you ever heard: When life gives you lemon, make lemonade out of it? It's a cliche phrase I know. So yea, I'm saying life always has it's ups and downs. You aren't alive if you don't. I remember a lot about those sad memories. Sometime i think, God is being unfair- always throwing lemons at me. Sometimes I make lemonade from it (to be optimistic and take it easy, make it an advantage), throw it (ignore), squash it (conquer), rub it in my eyes ( be pessimistic and be sad) and i even kept it (hold grudges). Through these bad experience I've learn to be strong and patient. Years and years of mental abuse from the society and trying to live up to their expectation made me act differently from who i really am. I'm not in the middle of an identity crisis but since last night, I've been thinking about who i really am and for what reason I'm working so hard to please others? I must have done something wrong to be treated like this.
I thought I will never break because of the years of lemons. I thought my heart was made of steel- armoured by years and years of lemons. But even the strongest and impenetrable armour can be pierced through with a small and sharp arrow.
Haven't I had enough of lemons? Is it ever going to stop? When will it be honey?
One day I'll write a memoir about my closet full of lemons...