It really makes me wonder...

Actually, lots of things make me wonder.

But mostly I just sulk.

How the hell could one little six-foot-tall asshole be so self-centred? How much self-obsession can you fit into my 147-pound frame?

I mean, really, fuck me.

Ugh.

I hate this shit.

It's such an immense, complex operation devoted to driving me insane, I swear.

Not that that's much work to do.

My world is coming apart at the seams right now.

Why can't I be easy-going?

Not that I like that. As a matter of fact, I absolutely hate it but it seems to be easier to deal with. I'm wrong a lot though so you never know. But I seem to constantly live in the difficult, and relish it, and complain about it, and relish complaining about it, and it's all so fucking difficult is this really my fault?

I hope not.

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