I put up with a lot, I think.
But that is what I do. What else is there? If you define yourself as a carpet, you can't complain if you get walked on.
I mean, if you take a job eating bees...

I digress.

I guess, it is just sometimes I want to talk and work out my problems and get advice and be better and be happy.
It just so happens that when I try to talk, everyone I talk to tells me their problems so they can fucking relate to me or whatever, but hey wait this is supposed to be about me and then all of a sudden it isn't and I am stuck helping everyone every time.

I want to be happy too.

things that make things more difficult than they should be

Weather.
Fuck this weather, man.

It is April. It is 74 degrees outside.
What the fuck.



I won't be happy until it's 90 again. I can't be. I need to feel like I'm boiling in my own skin. I need it soon.


Everything that is supposed to be is not. What the fuck's up with that?