Usually, we look at all the shitty things which make our lives miserable and forget to look at the brighter side of things that make us jovial. Reason being, all the shitty things usually suck and the brighter side has a dimlit light that's always shadowed by a pair of double-Ds owned by the shemale from across the street. Times are changing, girls and boys; our dreams are slowly fading...that's the painful truth fornicating you without the courtesy of using lube.
I've recently found myself recalling all the good ol' days, as if I'm some kind of old drunk in parliament. It's never much of a big deal, until you begin recalling memories of your former loved ones. The past is where our problems lie and you're either seeking attention by trying to invite whoever is listening into a 3-sum with how she broke your heart, or holding them in your chest as if you're that Bella bitch from Twilight (don't get me wrong, I'd take a run at her any day).
I won't bullshit you when I tell you, I at times, have a tendency of inviting those around me into a 3-sum without the courtesy of a second date. We all need someone to listen to us rant on and on about how the Pope touched us when we were little kids, before we decide to jump of the nearest bridge at the HeartBreak Hotel. However, when it's not called for, it's kinda like listening to Justin Beiber at an Eminem concert...we didn't pay to watch the gay kid dance.
Too much?
Secondly, I think that bottling up your problems, because you wanna believe you lost Robert Pattinson and that a werewolf can not fill that empty space in your heart is just ridicules. Speak up, you anal attentive half-wit. The world is coming to an end, so act like a patient of Dr Phil when someone actually offers you a 3-sum. However, I do understand when you can't really speak about your "situation" due to confidentiality. A sex-tape is not for everyone.
Hey, in the end, it's up to you. No one's perfect enough to shit roses and money. That's the truth about it all...
