The bright side...

is that I haven't blown my brains out yet.

What? You're thinking, "Oh you can't handle it, you're not strong enough to handle life. You don't deserve it." If you are thinking that, blow me; if you aren't, thanks for letting me vent for a second.

I could never take my own life just because said life isn't going exactly as planned or I'm not crossing off all those things I wanted to do by the age of 25 (I'll be 26 in February). It's just, in the words of my very good friend, "A big bad world out there" and frankly, it doesn't like us very much.

I have my health, I have a roof over my head, a man that loves me (despite my perfections) and a somewhat reliable car to get me to work safely. I'm not saying that life's ALL bad, it's just not good enough yet. I want to be able to have my own home, a newer car and I can only get that by getting a better job. I could do it now if the Federal government wasn't asking me for money every month, but the fact of that matter is I invested in myself and I'm not seeing a big enough return on my investment.

Of course things could be worse, they could ALWAYS be worse. That's just a ploy probably invented by the government to make the lesser folk feel better about where they are in life. I am happy though. I admit it, I can be happy, go figure.

I have a wonderful family, lovely friends and a dog that I hope outlives me. So, whether or not I'm making the kind of money I want to be making or even doing whatever it is I want to be doing, at least I'm living.