People often ask me why I have such a negative outlook on my own happiness-- Friday and Saturday, I was in a good mood, Sunday morning comes and as soon as I open up my eyes, I'm bombarded with severe depression. I still remain with the personal belief that if I have a good day, I must repay it in 10 fold with a series of horrible days. It sounds insane, but I've studied these strange happenings for years now, and it's always come true. So fuck off.
Dipshit stew
7:10 p.m.//02.06.05
Mood: #@$&$#@!
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