Oh, where do I begin?

It's a waste of good blood? You're a waste of good space.

Sitting in my room listening to Death Cab and trying not to think about how unhappy I am with everything. It struck me the other day that things are going so well, but I want them to go so much better. It's probably just that I'm on spring break and I've nothing to do and all day to think. Once I get back into school and work, I'll be so busy and pain ridden that I won't have time to notice the slight annoyances in life.