Important ANNOUNCEMENT. Not really.
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For a Good Cause...
how does the world manage to be such an ass?
why is it that everytime i consider myself "happy" [if such a thing exists in my world], the world just goes out of its way to make me miserable?
does my karma have to be so messed up?
where do i apply to get more quotas on happiness?
i find it irritating that some people just manage to put stupid grins on their faces when my world is falling apart. i know. how horrible of me, right?
you better get used to it then..
so maybe i am jealous. i'm jealous of the fifty million people out there who are happy. i'm jealous of the twenty million out there who have extremely kick-ass good karma.
i guess i was right when i placed all my hopes and dreams in a box. hoping really doesn't do any good for me, does it? for all the mornings of the past two years, i've been expecting each day to be worse than the day before. kinda stopped doing that when i started smiling again.
all i'm ever going to get in this life are temporary highs. i'm never gonna be happy. i know that now. thank you, world, for making EVERYTHING suck...
i miss my dog. i'm sorry little guy. should've been there.
+r.i.p. bugsy.. you were one kick-ass rockstar of a dog. i'll miss you forever. i'll meet up with you one day. we'll be playing fetch in the clouds, or whatever+
DramaQueen files this under woe is me
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A Poem
By Robert Frost
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there's some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
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