Day 27

Weird day.  All seemed well...and then?  Pfft.  It just went to shit.

What I want to know is, why do generally nice people tend to get the short end of the stick?  And people who are less nice (not quite the adjectives I wanted to use, but I'm being...well...nice here) seem to have the world handed to them on a silver platter?

Is that just the way it goes?  I mean, really? 

Well screw that.  I'll stick to being me...just the way I am. 

I may not have everything I want, but the things I do have?  I think they're pretty amazing. (Plus, the struggle makes the attainment of my silly dreams that much sweeter.)