Note – This entry has been whittled down for the sake of your eyeballs.

I wish I’d never started smoking, graaaadshlkhsgdsg;lj.

I read quite a few blogs today that I hadn’t in a while (some for quite a few years), old friends and new friends and “mere acquaintances”. It’s funny because I know a lot of these people have everything in the world they could ever wish for (within reason), they have their health and a job and their family and friends to provide emotional support, a seemingly happy relationship and due to either their parents or their career have more money than they know what to do with, and they’re typing about not having this or needing that and complaining because they have to wait three days for Ebay/Bestbuy/Amazon (et cetera) to ship it, or a hundred other ridiculous things. They have nothing to stress or be upset about but they always find something no matter what.

Whereas there are the others who I know are going through some of the most stressful, trying, financially difficult and lonely times of their lives and they try their absolute best to stay upbeat, optimistic and cheerful against all odds.

I also know being unhappy or depressed is subjective, trust me. I just hope I’m in the latter group.