At the moment, I'm happy. Yeah right. The only decent thing at the moment is the excessive amount of football.
My hafever keeps playing up.
I'm single.
Nothing'll change that.
I'm not seeing friends.
I'm stuck indoors.
I've got nothing to do.

So really, no, I'm not "good", "great" or even "ok". It's just easier to say it.

I wish I could just change things. Now.
Just like this. Poof, and it's all changed. But it can't be can it. We can't expect things to change so quickly, or the way we want.

Those romantic films, where the guy gets the girl (or any other combination depending on the film) and it's portrayed in a two hour film, really is just a load of bollocks.
Or jealousy, when it's there at the start, the middle and suddenly it's vanished and everyone's so lovely to each other and "oh, you took my wife of 25 years but that's ok because we're ok and everything is so ahhh and lovely" is really just a load of bollocks. Isn't it?

Yeah, of course it is, how something you work so hard to build up can be shattered so easily and for you not to mind? Like a priceless vase. Some artist will spend years toiling over what is in essence just a flower pot, just for one kid to see it in a couple of hundred years on a school trip to an art museum and lob a stone and break it so easily. One minute it's strong and standing tall, the next it's laying in a million pieces on the floor, and in each shard you can see the sculpters face and the amount of their life they gave up to make it.

So I'm rambling a bit. If you don't like it, stop reading... Now... Now. Now? No? You're still reading this? Ah, so I'm not that boring then. Good. Great. Ok.

Now, we all have something we live for, don't we. That little thing we strive to get, no matter what the cost, just to be happy for a split second. Pushing ourselves, breaking those barriers that we know we shouldn't. What's the point in that comment then?

Well, every now and then we should do whatever will make us happy because it is right, and those barriers turn into gates, ushering us through.

What have I established?
Love isn't like in the films
Love is like a priceless work of art
Love makes us do things we shouldn't
Love makes us do things we should've

Yeah, confusing.
Are you following this? You are? Good. Great. Ok.

Well, I'll write more later maybe, but I'm feeling better now

Farmboy
Thought for the day:
Argentina wooped their arse!
*The bestest one I'll ever have*