It’s almost 3 am and I have nothing positive to say. Apparently my life is just a series of broken encounters. All I attract into my life is broken people who unload their baggage on me, or pretend to have zero baggage at all. Guess what, I might be a mess, but I’m a lot smarter than I let on. And I know 3 times as much about everything and anything than I let others see.
I hate being frustrated.
And I just wish, for once, things would go exactly the way I want them to. Obtaining what I deserve is a lot more rigorous than expected. I’m really sick of being nice. I need to be a lot more selfish.