You know what's weird? Right now I'm content. Me. Content. I usually have underlying stressful backrgound stimuli to keep my happiness in check. Right now there's nothing wrong with my life. Everything's going my way. "Much Ado About Nothing is going gret. I even have a secret crush that nobody knows about. (If any one of you think you know, you're wrong. If you must know, ask me.) Unfortunately I have this gut feeling that it's too good to last. I just am not used to being happy. It's a paranoid feeling that maybe one of my friends will get hit by a truck or something. Maybe diagnosed with some illness, or have a nervous breakdown, or move to Djibouti. I don't want to sound like a killjoy, but I feel like something's wrong.