Eggs

Everything is nearly perfect. My life has not been this good in years. So what am I moping for? I have great friends, higher grades than ever before, extensive amounts of free time, more music than I could ever listen to, more books than I could ever read, I'm graduating in less than 3 months, I'm in good health, I don't have any enemies, and that's just the beginning of the list. Yet I dwell on the following: I'm still in school, I don't have many friends at school, I have my license and I can't drive, my parents are overprotective, and I'm bored. Those are enough to kill my mood. I'm pathetic. Why is it so hard for me to just be grateful for what I have? Why do I constantly prevent myself from being happy? I need to be shaken up again, to be straightened out. I need to appreciate my life and stop asking for more. I'm all talk.