So busy, in fact, that I have no time to make the right choices.
Clearly, I am not wired to function properly under pressure. Or at all. It seems that I have a knack for purposely making mistakes. Mistakes that I know will cripple my poor, fragile self in the long run.
Is it me or is the rainy weather soaking me with drama? I am too self-obsessed to live. really. The rain water should poison me. Someone please inject me with novacaine for my soul.