I was thinking to myself this morning how weird life is. When i was 18 if i had known what life would have been like at 22 id have quit. At 22 it was acceptable but if i had known what life was like at 26 id have quit. At 26 it was acceptable and if i had known what life would be like at 33(right now) id have quit. It doesnt quite seem acceptable but im not about to do anything drastic at this point either. Not what i want but i guess its whats been given to me. Thinking about this scared the heck out of me though! I mean yikes! When im 40 if i look at it through the eyes of my 33 year old self will i cringe that i put up with that? Does life ever get better? Is life a continual process of regret, pain and disapointment? Just when you think you cant take anymore you find you're a sponge and can soak up that much more.

I dont know what im doing other than whining here. It just made me depressed to think about how often i feel like im at a breaking point throughout my whole life only to see i can handle much crappier things. Thats not really a good thing. Im ready to handle some good stuff.