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I was sitting at a red light the other day... contemplating just driving directly into traffic to relieve me from my day.
I'm not depressed. Well at least I don't feel depressed. I'm alright. Which makes things even more confusing, when you really think about it.
We are only three months into the year 2011. And already I wish it would just be over. This has been the worst three months of my entire 21 years of life. And I'm done with it.
If I thought things couldn't get worse, I'd be a fucking retard, for two reasons. The first being that, I, myself, am a huge believer in karma. Karma is a cold hearted whore and beware, she plays dirty. Soley because of this reason, I do un-to others as I would expect them to do un-to me. Now although I try, I have the worst luck any one human being could possibly have. So if I were to slip up and so much as dare karma to bring more on, I would receive just what I asked for, ten fold.
My second reason is that it simply can not get any worse, because its bad.
Hope: to be optimistic; a wish or dream one possesses with the intent of fulfillment; the belief that all things that come to an end will do so with positive outcomes.
Took 2 hours to post this. Got real sidetracked.
Later.