So, just to recap:

I have a fiancee that loves me just as much as I love her. We've been together three and a half years, and the plan is to be together for much longer then that.

My mother did drugs. Like, a LOT of drugs. Just so, so many drugs. So much. Even when she was pregnant with me. And yet, I still somehow came out with a higher IQ then most of my peers (According to other people, at least), a super-fast metabolism, and an astonishing height. It's like I was the sixth guy in line in a game of Russian Roulette and I still won somehow.

I've been told by many people that i'm a great writer, when I can actually sit down and write. Though it's usually channeled for silly little meaningless role-plays on the internet, the few times I can channel that creativity by myself, I get nothing but praise for the words I put on paper.

And yet I have the audacity to think I have a tough life? Holy shxx. Why? I'm nervous around others a bit more then the normal person? Oh whoop-dey fxxxing doo. My life's just so hard because I SHAKE. The agony.

I piss myself off.