Lucky Bastard??

maybe…

I wasn’t in a hell of my own making

I wasn’t at the end of my rope

I didn’t hate the world enough for me to honestly agree with my own sarcasm

I loved my friends and family too much to hate my life

I did too many fun things to say I was bored

I took too many pictures in which I was genuinely smiling to say I wasn’t happy

And sure I settled at times, even though I tried not to. And sure there were times when I could have honestly given a horses but about the rest of the world and I gladly resigned to my room with some bj’s and some SATC episodes. As well as there were times that I felt like kicking people in the face. That’s hardly my fault though. I feel like I have the right, as self-proclaimed prodigy, to blame all of those things on the rest of the world :P.

So the bottom line is this: In essence, I was happy, in every which way I could have possibly imagined.

Little did I know, really know, that there was another way in which I could be happy

And low and behold, I now know that too!!

Do I deserve it? Maybe, maybe not…Am I going to enjoy it for all it’s worth?? Hell yeah!!