Turned 26 today.

I'm susceptible on birthdays to be overly pessimistic, to look back on my life as a waste, ruined by schizophrenia. But today I'm trying to force myself to view it differently, to appreciate my friends, my hobbies, the little things that make life worth living. A cigarette and coffee in the morning, a good book, a good movie, an engrossing video game. It's hard, but I'm trying at least. Here's to another year of my life, hopefully.