How Lucky Am I?

Honestly.
I've lived my life without an ounce of misery that could compare to what others have been through. i felt i've suffered but was it really suffering or just me being too weak? that's all it ever is though, isn't it? when things go bad, there's always a way to make it right, or to make it feel better. and when things get worse, there will always be a way to make it feel better. that's always been my point of view.

i'm not the type to complain, or at least i try not to. but whenever i look back at something i've done, i can't believe how much i really do complain, and about nothing at all. i'm one of the luckiest people i know and it might sound either cocky of unbelievable because nobody ever says that they're lucky compared to others. they always make themselves believe there life has sunk down to the lowest that it can't get any lower. they always go "fuck my life" or "my life sucks" and this is the reason i'm careful not to let those words slip out of my mouth because truthfully, i know life treats me well.

so how lucky am i? i have a boyfriend who loves me, great friends, great family and i think i can see future within reach now. so why is it that i doubt so many things in my head. why do i always expect more when i know it's all unnecessary. maybe that's how everyone else really is, maybe it's in everyone's heads.