One friend goes up, another goes down, and you do everything in your power to be there for them, because you know it could just as easily be you and you would want people there for you too. Then when it's finally your turn to feel miserable, a feeling of guilt settles in. After all, the person who just committed suicide (or was potentially murdered, the police are still investigating that part) wasn't anyone you knew, it was a friend of a friend. The idiot playing a game of Russian roulette with himself and lost... another friend of a friend. You feel bad for them, honestly, but you've never been in that situation before. Which means your life is better than theirs. Which means you have no room for depression and feelings of guilt, because what their families are going through is worse than your own.

Just putting off your marriage constantly shouldn't be a source of anxiety. You have love, you know you'll get there someday, the fact that you put it off for over three years-- well, what's another year or two from now? You should be happy to be with the man you love every other day or so, living in different houses for a little longer.

The fact that you know you potentially face the news that your diabetes may have killed off any and all chance of having those children you've always dreamed about? No need to worry. There's always adoption. And anyway, your dad would forbid it if he thought he could get away with it. No worries there, and hey, at least he'll be happy.

The engagement ring you lost earlier this week? Don't stress out over it. You know that it happened inside the house, so it'll turn up eventually. Maybe. Probably. Most likely.

Can't find a job, can't find a place to live, yet you're not homeless or penniless like those people who ask you for money every week across the river-- at least our shining, bountiful government is there to take care of you. And oh, it's not true what they say about higher crime, drugs, gangs, and violence in government housing neighborhoods-- it's just a coincidence that it's like that where you live.

Oh, and don't forget to be thankful so far you haven't been victimized by those crimes. It'll probably never happen to you anyway.

So yeah... here I am, being happy, holding it all together, not feeling myself crumble apart inside. Positive thinking.

Yeah. I feel better already.