I cried today.

Talking to Ken Lee. Bitching with her. Pouring out my problems to her. I miss that bitch.

And it was cleansing, the crying. Sort of like spring cleaning for the cluttered soul.

Do you ever feel that you have everything but then you have nothing at all? Why am I being so complicated? Why can't I be mediocre just like others and be contented living a normal life? Why do I have such high expectations for myself and others and then get all upset when these expectations are not met? Why do I have such rigid ideals? Why am I so....weird?