Do you ever feel like your life is just a series of really shitty events? I mean they are all my fault, but I fucking HATE that normal shit doesn't make me happy. I am literally doomed to a life of fucking struggle! I had a lovely boyfriend - he didn't make me happy. I had a decent job - that doesn't make me happy so I quit it and am now hedging my bets on a book that may or may not be successful. (Will you guys buy my book?) I can't sit in an office, I can't be happy with just regular shit, it always has to be crazy or I get bored. And the worst part about it all is that normal people are drawn to the unusual so I pull all these perfectly lovely people into my shitstorm and fuck them over, hurt them, piss them off or just generally act like a fucking arsehole towards them.
Jesus Christ Piggy, WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!
Love & Hate