I am simply perplexed! Ever since I'v started writing these really sad depressing things on my hot blog, the number of followers keeps increasing! I tell you, and trust me on it, people secretly like it when someone acts all depressed and sulky. You may be saying what-bullshit-is-she-saying to yourself right now, but, trust me, I know. Why?
Answer: I must confess. Whenever I see people happy, this tiny little annoying feeling crawls into my head. I start acting cranky. Judge me. I won't bother justifying my juvenile behavior. I just thought I'd confess to my sexxxy bunch of people. Does that make me the bad kid?
Oh wait, No I don't pray to god that the happy person's joy be butchered into tiny little bloody bits. I am not that wicked.
I have a story of my own to tell. I look for the endings first. Endings with colours and sunshine filled in them aren't endings. There lies a valley somewhere, a crack, a trench. Waiting for you, like a monster behind a bush. Happiness - I envy the word for the wonderful meaning it has been allotted.