statement:

when you go to bed feeling like shit, you get up feeling even worst.

Do we get to plan choose how we lead our lives, or does the Big Guy up there have his own plans for us? I guess it's a mixture of both.

You choose to do what you want, and it depends on external factors to screw you.

I'm fucking sick of pretentious people. Peopleperson whom i thought werewas trustworthy turned out to be the onesone waiting for my d-day.

Question. Are you happy now?

Applies to whoever's guilty.