Everyone tells me I should be grateful for the things I have, which makes me feel like absolute scum. I am well aware that I have an excellent relationship with my sister. I have a fantastic select group of friends. My soulmate is all wrapped up in the cutest, furriest cat. I continue to climb the ladder at work no matter how many times I jump off it. I went from being homeless to having my place. So why not be happy? Why do I always want more? You’re young, have fun, and stop being so morbid. You’re always sad and angry; you’re so emotionally draining and dramatic. You’re so overly excited; grow up. No matter what, I’m just a contradiction.