24 November 2008

failure

I feel so ungrateful.

Someone just asked, "what are you thankful for?" and I am in such a seemingly permanent foul mood that I honestly didn't feel like I had an answer.

I mean, I do have answers. C is happy and healthy. That's great. My parents have been very supportive and continue to provide shelter. Awesome. I'm relatively healthy.

And yet...I live with my parents. I have absolutely no space to myself. None. It's all shared with C, my parents, my sister. They all have their own space, but I have none.


I don't like my job.
My heart is broken; I can't even maintain a relationship.
I live with my parents.

In other words, I am a failure. Not even 29 and I've failed at this thing called "life."

At least that's something to add to the resume. Failure before the age of 29.

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