Vent.

I wish I had something to be angry about, to be sad about.

But my life is perfect.

I live in a pretty house.

In an upper-middle class family.

I have a good education.

Because I sound like a total whiny bitch that doesn't know how hard others have it.

But I know what the other ends like.

Being thankful for waking up.

Holding my breath in when I go to open the fridge, hoping i'll be eating that day.

Thanking god for the fact that I could go to school, to just be away from home.

I know what that's like.

And it sucks.