I rant and rave

I sometimes wonder: if my life didn't have the capacity to be so great, would I be able to be as miserable? Are the highs and lows complementary?

I expect too much of people. But you know what? I expect the same of myself, so it's tough shit for them; let them rise to the challenge.

Part of me always knew it would be like this, from the moment that stupid blonde-haired boy told himself he would be something special.

Give me no advice, ideas, motivation, or help. I don't want it. Because this is just life as usual, really. There are no good times or bad times... it's just time as usual.

On with the show.