Why is it that it takes so little to make me happy, but it also takes so little to make me feel so meh? What kind of fuckery is this? Why am I wired in such a way that these things happen? What the fuck went wrong in my genetic engineering? And why the fuck do I need to jot this down? Gah!

I wish I was a turtle. Hah! That hasn't been uttered in a long long time. I think it deserves a comeback.

Hopefully the next few days when I'm getting away from this fucked-up godforsaken shithole for a bit will help.

Some things are easier said than done.