The Verge

Last night, I was struggling.  I don't really know why I struggle so much; all I can ascribe it to is this hard life.  Right as I was on the verge of tears, my roommate walked in with a package from my mom.  As I opened it, I looked through the many pictures my mom had sent; she sent it for my family history project--I decided to take my mom's pictures and create scrapbooks for our family's history.  As I looked, I remembered just how good my life has been.  It's been so full and so fun.  I have no real reason to be sad.