I'm pissed off. There's a squirrel in my fucking attic, and some days he sits right above the ceiling over my head and makes squirrely noises.
On the other hand I'm really happy, I have two totally different partners who are confused by totally different aspects of me, but love me anyway, even for the parts that don't make sense to them. Both of them are actually TRYING to give me what they think I want. Unprecedented.
I almost cried today because I was so happy. I hope I remember this if one day it's all heartbreak and misery and forget that at one point, I was happy enough to cry.
I suppose that puts the squirrel in perspective.