a box full of sharp objects

hello again to all of you who read my blog. i've just been thinking, and decided to write one more blog today. this is going to be a short one due to my lack of sleep. staying up late+getting up early=epic fail.
anyways, i just feel like life is like a box full of sharp objects. there may quite possibly be a couple of non-harmful, non-sharp objects in this box, but for the most part there are just sharp objects. at least, that's what it feels like. you reach in to look for your car keys, or a pen, or your phone, and in the process end up getting stabbed by a fork, or a knife, or some other obscene object. i know thats life, that pain comes with love, good comes with bad. i guess i just wish it could be different occasionally. i know i'm being pessimistic, but i can't help it. once in a while i think its okay to let all the crap in your life overwhelm you, that way when everything is just fine and dandy once again you'll appreciate it just that much more. so, back to my analogy. i just feel like no matter what i do, how much i try, how hard i try, it doesn't matter. its not getting me anywhere. i don't know what to do with myself. of course there is the effort i am going to have to eventually put into packing and moving, but after that i mean. i don't know what my focus is anymore. i almost feel like i'm drifting, and its barely the first day of summer. oh screw.