i looked around my room tonight and suddenly thought, "what....you are just going to leave all this?"
then i walked around my house and thought about my life. honestly.
i'm 26. i live on my own with three other roommates in boston, ma.
none of us are in school, we just all work.
we're all artists.
we pay our rent.
we pay our bills.
we make our own food.
we go grocery shopping.
and do our laundry.
we get up every day.

and i suddenly thought....hey...i'm doing pretty good. i'm kinda cool.
i mean....i do get depressed and struggle with money and don't know what i want with my life and all that other mumbo jumbo.
but if you look at my life and put it next to someone..say... a crack addict with three kids they can't feed.
and i suddenly look pretty good.
so maybe i'm just really hard on myself.
and maybe i actually am a cool respectable person.
weird.
funny how i never noticed these things before.