Why does it seem I am never satisfied with anything? Everyone is the star in this theatrical performance that they think is their lives. Feel free to insert a monologue or musical number wherever necessary. I don't want this to be about me. This will always be about you. In your own eyes, every moment is your time to shine. You can't make everyone happy, it's your duty to put yourself first. It's not selfish, it's priorities. It's human nature.
I don't get why I just can't get happy. The complications I want don't show up. The ones I'm avoiding always seem to find me. What is the deal?
Wednesday is the middle of the week. I'm not a big fan of Thursday so tomarrow should be interesting.
I don't know. I feel like a large quantity of explosives. I just need something to set me off for things to get wonderful. Otherwise, I'm just a bothersome heap of dynamite.
Alright.
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