I'm fine with my life as a matter of fact. Maybe not with all the people and things in it, but life itself in general is fine.

I had one more, but this is all I could remember at the moment:
"My boy builds coffins he makes them all day
But it's not just for work and it isn't for play
He's made one for himself
One for me too
One of these days he'll make one for you"
/Florence + The Machine/

To be continued...