Lately, more often than not, I find myself getting pissed when I think about you know who and you know who else.
(SCRIBBLERESQUE PARENTHETICAL THOUGHT: I realize that Americans assign a different meaning to the word pissed than do people from most other English-speaking cultures. In this entry, I'm using the word in its American sense. In this entry, the word pissed means angry. It doesn't mean drunk.)
Not depressed or sad or melancholy or whatever the fuck other words your thesaurus has in it.
I managed to completely fuck over two wonderful relationships. One because I wanted too much, too soon and for no apparent reason. And the other because I didn't want enough until it was too late.
So what if I tried my best to be a good person?
So what if I had good intentions?
Good intentions can suck my dick.