Royal in the afternoon

Why is living so difficult?



I just don't fully understand why someone who works so hard never gets any sort of clearance, I mean, from bad things happening. I'm not sure that I believe in karma, but shouldn't it make some sense for things to work out well for someone who does their best all the time. I don't ask for drama, I don't like drama, and yet drama is all I seem to get these days.



I wish I was stronger, mentally and emotionally. I wish that I could be like the strong female characters in Ayn Rand books, because they're always in control of themselves.



I wish things didn't matter as much as they seem to.



One thing I have learned is: DON'T RELY ON ANYONE ELSE.

This includes:

Don't borrow.

Don't ask favours.

Don't trust.

Don't believe.

Don't tell people anything personal.

Don't skank around.

Basically, just don't!

But that's not what I really wanted to say anyway. I meant to talk about my day.

. It was pretty fun. And then, crossing the park, we talked about having my b'day party at the dropouts and how he'd think it was a mad piss up but it would really be a tea party and The Bee would be high on sugar and the tealeaves would be our Pot. HAHAHA