not good enough

There are some days I really want to mope when there is clearly nothing to mope about, and I try and justify it with reasons and excuses that won't make me sound like a 14 year old kid throwing a tantrum. Life has been more than okay, and I'm not happy. Does that make me a spoilt brat who's making something out of nothing? Contentment comes easy when you don't want anything, but I need so many things to be better, to feel easier. Lately, it's always been about wanting to drop everything and run away. I care too much, so I (try to) stop, but I still do. It's oxymoronic, my words don't hold much value anymore because it's always a tug of war between saying what's right and saying what I mean. 

We're all stuck someway or another, yet we all find it hard to understand each other. Are we really that different. What's the matter with you, what's the matter with me. 

I'm tired.