I'm not ready for whatever is supposed to happen here. I. Am. Just. NOT. READY.
It may be hard to believe, but I am - at heart - a happy-go-lucky-person. People have referred to me as goody-two-shoes, Polly Anna... spunky! I've lived my life according to the "be nice" school of thought. But lately, I can't help but consider karma as I wonder, "What the hell did I ever do to deserve this?" Whatever "bad" I've done, I wish I could remember exactly when I did it. Get a re-do, you know? When? Where did I go wrong?
Or was the mistake somebody else's? I was, after all, suggested be aborted. I was most likely conceived by rape.
Hmmmm... Things I think about while I sit here bored outta my tree!
I'm an idiot.