Kinda happy, kinda arty, still kinda bleuch.
Great isn’t it?
Despite me seeming happy with life and its goings on, there is still this nagging feeling in the back of my mind. Ugh.
I dunno why I do that.
If everything is going ok, I just get out my big mental spade, and dig myself a hole. That would maybe continue untill my head explodes. Or till something distracts me. Which to be honest, doesn’t take much.
I kick myself on how shit life is, and blame it all on shitty circumstances. It is ALWAYS me who puts myself in these circumstances.
Aargh. I am, quite plainly, getting on my own bloody nerves.
Screw it all, I’m away to bed.