I apologise for this post; it is not exactly a work of art,
but I need somewhere to vent my frustrations and just typity-type
my woes away. (Not that my problems will be solved, but hey,
I can choose to live in self-denial, can't I?)
There is a certain uncertainty to expecting the unexpected.
I mean, we can plan for contingencies, cross our fingers
and hope for the best, but when shit hits the fan, most of us
will panic and lose control, and we forget to get a grip on
ourselves. At least I know I'll just completely lose it, heh.
So if I can be sure of one thing, it's that I'll screw up and
come down with some sickening disease that will debilitate my
ability to rehabilitate my own ups and downs.
I guess this post is exactly why people call me an asshole;
you can only get crap out of me.
Thanks for reading.
You've been great :)
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