Charmed

I lead a charmed life, and I know it.

I appreciate it, but sometimes I wish things were just a little tougher for me. My problems always seem so trivial when compared to others, but they are still my problems nonetheless. I get this guilt sometimes confiding in people because I know they have bigger, more pressing issues to worry about other than my ethical dilemmas. What i resent is people telling me that there are people with bigger problems out there. I know dammit. But that still doesn't make mine go away, does it?

It's not life that frustrates me, it's the people in it. Sometimes I want to just strangle them and make them wake up. Breaking a nail is not a life and death situation. Not being able to buy that fucking branded dress is not going to cost you your life. Worrying about the best mascara is just bloody insane when you can't even afford your next meal.

I wonder sometimes if life is just like a video game. When you've completed enough stages, it's time for you to move on. Some complete the game faster, some take a longer time to find the hidden relic. Who's to say the game is over when you die?

You still need to carry on in the next level. And if you cheat and cut your game short, would you have enough relics and experience to make it to level after that?