cause somedays it sucks to be me. At least it feels like it sucks to be me. Ok, I will be fair, it is my fault. I care and I try to be nice because I have this vain idea that if I throw some niceness out I might have some thrown back at me, but in this day and age that seems to happen less and less often. However I wasn’t brought up to be a grumpy old miser so I will go on trying to be nice and I will still care about people around me, and about the world I live in. No other way I want to be but it seems if I could be somebody else I might feel better. I don’t know . Maybe I am just in one of my moods because the air is cold and there’ll be snow tomorrow and it is dark and Winter is knocking at the door and life is not very happening. And because it sucks to not have a job and no money and nothing to look forward to and ….well I could make a long list but who would care…right I know when to stop feeling sorry for myself.
I promise I will be happy again very soon. Very soon. Very. Soon.
