I live in a house with like 8 or 9 other people.
When you live in a house with 8 or 9 other people, you learn that most people are like crushed daisies.
They're not perfect. But they're not that bad. And if you accept them for what they are and learn to live with it, they're still pretty nice, even if they are a pain in the ass sometimes.
I would rather live in this house with 8 or 9 other people than live alone in the Taj Mahal!
This is my life, and I love it!
Go out there and find yours!
God loves you!
Sincerely,
David S. Annderson