I'm so mad, and sad, and depressed, again. I thought it would all be better, especially with the thought that I'm going to be married in four years. Yeah, right. Like I'm REALLY going to marry some guy 5 years older than me that I met over the internet. I wish I had that Improbability machine... thingie, because that's probably not going to happen. Why is it that just when I think I might be happy, something always happens to make me even more depressed than before? And then I become somewhat happy again, and then life gets even worse. Not to sound like Marvin though, but he was rather ... I don't know the word for it. But I just hate that I have to wait so long to see Jake. Four years, why do I even have to wait that long? Other Jake went to see HIS girlfriend, little basturd. How come he gets to be happy? What did I ever do to make me so miserable?
I've been thinking a lot about this. I think I would be happier if I had a real boyfriend. The problem is I can't get a real boyfriend, and there-in lies the problem. I wonder if I would be happier if I could though.
Happiness is just an illusion, there's no such thing, we just think there is.
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