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Everythings a freaking big question mark now. Each question leads to another and another and another and oh screw it, another. Now if I have rubik's complex I wouldnt mind so much. But I dont. There are things I rather try not to understand anymore. All I am waiting for now is an arrow to point me on my way. And a full stop. To end all the stupid question marks.

The biggest question being: why do i nearly always screw up the good things that come my way?
I have no answer, but listening to mika's relax take it easy and newton faulkner's dream catch me does help.

I know I am such a freaking ray of sunshine.

But I cant pretend I am one of those oh-i-am-so-deliriously-in-denial-i-see-rainbows-AND-silver-linings
-even-during-a-tropical-storm kinda girl.


That'd be weird.