When you're winding down for your weekend by drawing and listen-watching your favorite videos, that's a good time.
When you're finished drawing and you take a break by going to Sonic for a half-price shake (Mini, I'm not a masochist), that's a good time.
When you come home, log into Facebook, browse through older photos and comment conversations shared with friends, and realize you're growing irritated and sort of angry at the memories - your old classmates. Your idiotic sense of optimism, hope, and belief.  All of the time, effort, and stress spent at a school and a summer camp - time, effort, and stress that ultimately mean nothing....

Maybe I am a masochist.