WordPress gives me the weirdest options, so much so I think it is a driving force should I ever lose my sanity and become schizophrenic. Really, I feel like I’m living dual lives here.
It’s a funny thing. No matter what I do, I feel like I can never do the right thing. Why much everything I touch detonate on me? Maybe that is why I can’t have nice things.
You’re afraid so you keep running away.
Oh, words of wisdom!
As I was watching Aladdin the other day, I couldn’t help feeling a sick sense of empathy with Iago. My god, I’m turning into a cynical, hateful parrot whose only goal in life is to exacerbate and bask in glorious derision.
Fuck it all. Really… fuck. It. All.
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