I can’t help but wonder if you knew where I was going and not only where but why. Drowning my sorrows I’m sure that sounds lame to totally say it out loud but it’s not like I’m stuck there only when I have a bad day and have no comfort. Am I not normal? Is that not something normal people do when they have a bad day? Do I remind you of you? Not enough time in the day to make everyone happy even though I try. I’m tired of being wrong every choice I make is the wrong one. When every choice you make is wrong how do you know when your right so you can keep trying to make right choices? Was that something I never learned as a child? Something’s wrong with me whatever it is I’m working at it I’m doing what I can do medicine and therapy blah blah blah. At the end of the day I’m still human and I’m only me. That’s ok because the difference between good and great is just that little extra. I’m usually always extra trying to dose it out to the right people at the right time is hard sometimes. Step right up your daily dose of e she’s just a little crazy but sweeter than a honey bee.