I sit here and I'm wondering... how did it ever get this good? I live in a house. Not a crappy apartment. Not my parents' house. My house.
I have people that care about me, people I care about, friends and shit.
I have stuff. TVs, video games, laptops. Paintball stuff.
I have a job. In that job no matter how weird and annoying in can get, our bosses have our back. It's nice.
I'm not going to bother saying, "it could always be worse," because of course it can. It can always be worse. What is the point in saying it? Whenever I hear someone say that I want to smack them and say, "Hey! It just got worse! Congratulations. You were right. But guess what. It could always be wor..." then a meteor comes down and kills us all. Whiiich... I guess is as bad as it could get. I guess.
I suppose what I'm getting at is no matter how deeply I get buried in my own bullshit, being all, "this sucks cuz myeeeh," in reality I've never had it better. Thanks, everybody. You know who you are.