A Question?

I'm okay..
Ofcourse.

I know I should be feeling thrilled right now.
I'm in print..
I'm young-ish.
And I'm healthy. Also "ish".
I'm alive.
I'm living.
Breathing thing...
And it's really...
I'ts overwhelming how lucky I am.

But, yet every night.. I go to bed, and I have this gnawing feeling.
Like what I've got is not enough.
And every morning I wakeup, thinking the feeling'll be gone,
But.... But it's not!

Does that make me..... A Selfish fucking ungrateful douche bag?!