![[SmokeyDuck]](avatars/1373646843584705370.jpg) You all must think I'm some pathetic loser who is rarely happy. Guess what? You maybe right! No matter what happens, even when luck is good and things seem to be balanced, they just turn around and piss in my face. Is outlook the key? I used to be so happy-go-lucky and now I wake up almost everyday and wonder if it will turn out to be another big let-down. I CANNOT wait to get some THC in my system again! It truely is a good mood remedy. Even if the feeling is fake as pleather, at least I don't feel like a big piece of shit, and can brush off what my significant (??) other emotionally hands me all the damn time (more like my karma policeman or maybe bitchy Jimminy Cricket). Boo-hoo. It's my pity party and I'll cry if I want to. I am so sick of yet again facing another hum drum day with no future other than what I experience constantly and it really is nobody else's fault but my own for staying in my cement shoes. Sorry to fill more cyberspace with my little sob-story, but this is a kind of therapy and it helps to vent. Peace to you all and hope your existance is better than mine right now. Happy Halloween! *grumble grumble* FUCK!!
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