And the hits keep coming…

And the hits keep coming…

I have lots of really dumb, superficial bullshit woes lately. All I can do is laugh and drink, wait for Monday. I don’t really know what else to do…

My best and worst qualities are often the same things…. For example, I am entirely too hopeful and trusting. I also listen to my stupid feelings too much….put too much stock in things….

As much as I wish I was a man, I am a fucking woman. Gah.

Money is stupid; useless and useful all at the same time…

I really look forward to the day I don’t have to be accountable to anyone but myself….I won’t have to have a house unless I want one.

And it can be anywhere I want it to be.

Or not be.

And looking back at all this “bad shit” I will realize how ridiculous and transient it all was.

And I will be happy, if only for a moment.

I will stare at the sun.

And be happy; I can feel it, even when I know it will go down soon….it always comes back up.

That’s what it’s all about.

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