It's hard to believe...but I'm lucky.

Basically every day of my life, a thought runs through my head about how much my life sucks.  I run upstairs and sink into my bed thinking of how I could make things better...how I can make things right again.  The funny thing is, none of this stuff is bad at all.  To me, I guess, it seems horrendous and unbearable--but it's not.  The problems I deal with aren't even half as bad as what others deal with.  I don't have problems in my family, I have possibly the most amazing best friend in the entire world--seriously, she's helped me through a boatload of problems--, and guess what? I have a safe home.  and enough food.  and a loving family.  Some of those things I'm sure my peers at Wayzata can't say they have.  When I think about the things I cry and pout about not having, or things that go wrong...I realize just how dumb they are.  and how stupid and spoiled I am to actually think my life is sucky.  Yeah, little things in my life go wrong.  I have boy..drama.  BUT SO DOES EVERY GIRL.  and friend issues.  SO DOES EVERYONE.  Sometimes those thoughts don't get through my head(that's why I had to write them in caps).  Sometimes I turn to the worst conclusions and decisions.  My mind just flies right to what I think I need to and "want" to do.  and that's never a good thing.  I just need to sit here and think about how lucky I really am.  What happens in my life isn't bad at all.  There are people around me that really need the help and comfort from people, and I don't.  and I could be one to comfort them.  and I want to.  To get them to the point where they can say ..."i'm lucky".