I think I'm finding out that I'm not nearly as perfect as I think that I am. That's not a good thing.
Am I the only one that just has those days where they want to tell the world to "fuck off" and be alone?
I used to think women were complicated and didn't make sense. But I don't think I really make sense. Hell, if I can't explain myself how can I expect anyone else to understand?
Going to bed, 7:00am comes early. Doctors appointment about my wrist. Hope he makes me feel better.