Sigh... this is kinda... well, it's a good day and all. But I keep thinking to myself that something is gonna end up bad throughout the days. I mean, I'm fine now, but I just have a bad feeling something is gonna occur to ruin this day, because trust me. It always happens to me when it hits Friday, even though there's a thing call Good Friday. But still... I'm wearing a pink jacket, sitting on something that seems to fill me with happiness when I'm wearing my pink jacket. My sisters are being hysterical... for that's what I think, because they do not know the fact how fucking tired I am... I'm not saying I wanna commit suicidal.... but I'm saying, they need to know how tired I am, they are just young, I am the oldest... I want my days to be good... for that's something I have to earn throughout the future..... but how?

I'm feeling a bit happy, and what is that making me happy? Why not the eggs will tell you how happy I am. I mean hey, eggs do make me happy because they are just too good..... tooooooo good I gotta say. But hey, sometimes you just gotta... make breakfast so you can feel great about yourself.