Update

At the moment everything is going great. Nearly finished xmas shopping, got some gigs lined up, an epic xmas with family soon to be had, plans to see friends, a bit of money in the bank, a bf who I probably don't deserve, a vibrant pair of new sneakers, books to read, and the thing that bugs me the most is that I need to clean my room (mostly to keep my mother off my back, partially because it is summer and mess makes me feel sticky) and clean out the bathroom cupboard that I'm to scared to open. Why is it, that in a world where everything is relatively perfect, we still want more? When do you start to want less? What do you become when you stop wanting? Why am I asking these questions? I need to get to bed.