Pain is relative

And it's lonely sad time again.
When we the young wallow in the self pity that is us.
I could probably say something here about how we are young naive students who have nothing to worry about.
But pain is relative
And I don't feel like it.
I feel like worrying, stressing, being sad, feeling like I'm missing out.
I want pity, sympathy and that movie montage where I have my itunes on shuffle and that heart breaking song comes on (or any song really because I turn it into something meaningful anyway) and my eyes open wider and I fester on everything that isn't right or good or happy or whatever.
But why on earth do you want to be unhappy? Why do you want to feel these things?
Why?
Because something doesn't feel right when it's all going right, something terrible should be happening just to keep my mind at ease.
It's the human condition.
We are not content to live a life of contentment.
We need drama, unrest, sleepless nights and broken hearts.
But not too broken, just broken enough to be all deep and meaningful or whatever.
I'm young but I'm already twenty years into my future.
There's no such thing as the present, only what has happened and the fear of what will happen, there is no middle ground.
I'm happy now but all I can consider is the aftermath.
And I'm selfish, undeserving and still I wallow.
Because pain is relative.
And no matter how much you try to understand everyone elses point of view, you can't.
Because in the end you are an organism created to keep yourself alive at all cost.
You are made to think of yourself and for yourself.
And no matter how worse off someone else is, you are still more important.
Because Pain is relative.