My life is fucking perfect now. A perfect boyfriend, loving family, couple of really close friends, a uni to attend, and an awesome job. I should fucking learn to count my blessings. I have the perfect boy that any girl could ask for and I yet I took him for granted. I thought I was handling everything well, I thought. I took my boyfriend for granted, being unappreciative to my parents, neglecting my friends, screwing up my studies and..aye forget it.

Thanks for the talk tonight, it woke me up. I'm screwing my own life.