First my wallet, now my shoe bag (which obviously contains my new boots). What the smack is going on? Why have I been so careless?! These past two days have been a real nightmare. Nothing can be quite compared to this.

I'm fighting to survive in a sand pit; inevitably I'll just get sucked in. Every time I see the end, the start of a new beginning, I fall straight back in. When will I learn that no one event is going to change my luck. It's like I'm constantly waiting for something to happen to me that'll turn my life around.

I'm forever struggling with this need to be myself while at the same time, be my age. Tell me, how can I be child-like while at the same time be matured in thinking.

Now you're just a memory;
stay away from me Sunday,
stay away from me Monday.