Am I whining?

Often I feel like I am, whining that is. I am not dieing. I am being supported by my parents. I do not have a job or kids - no real obligations to speak of. Boredom and fatigue are the only two things I can really complain of. And those will not kill you. Sometimes I feel like I need to tell myself to shut the hell up.

You are not dieing. You are just taking medications and honestly, so is everybody else.