who knows how to cut hair?

listening to: our lady peace - clumsy.
condition: stiff, moody.

I haven't had enough tragedy in my life. Sure, you could say that I'm complaining again, but I'm really not. I've always had everything handed to me (mostly) and an alright life so far. Lately I've hoped for something exciting to happen, something that would alter my idea of the future, something that would put fear in the pit of my stomach or give an everlasting glow to my heart. This said, I'm assuming it's the reason why I'm so overdramatic and eager to twist and shape things to make them more interesting. At least I don't create my own tragic scenarios or lie about them, that would just ruin the whole idea. Just think about it though. No one that I've been very close to has passed away, my parents split up when I really young (so I don't remember much of it), I haven't had to pack everything up and move away from this neighborhood (let alone city or country), I've never had to go to a hospital except for visits, I've never had to change schools, I've never seen anything TOO terribly gory in person, and I live a comfortable and bearable life. Then why is it, despite the fact that I have no money, that I'm so unhappy all of the time? I wish someone could answer that question, although I know nobody can. Does misery bring happiness? Do I need a tragedy to be happy? These two extremes, do they go hand in hand? Please, some answers would be nice.

love always, xo.