I hate my life, and I don't know how much of an exaggeration that is.
Don't worry. I love my life.
I'm a plethora of oxymorons today. And the most bizarre thing is that it's all true.
This is making absolutely no sense whatsoever.
It's funny how fast a good day can turn into a slightly crappy one. The right song, the right words, reading a phrase in a book, an offhand comment...
I shouldn't let it all affect me so much, but there are days when I just don't care enough to take the time and effort to control my attitude. Horrible. I know. I'm a bad person because of it. But at this point, I don't care.
Anyways, I'm going to go attempt to get myself into a better mood before I head to the theatre to get things going. *sigh*
More later...
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