I'm doing 43 things
I can’t recall a time when I’ve ever been positive. I’m not negative, per se. I prefer to think that I’m a realist. I see things as what they are, but it errs on the dark side, more often than not. I’m paranoid. I think people are out to get me. I think people hate me and, as a result, I alienate myself from them. I take things and people too seriously. Everything hurts me. Sometimes I think I’m too fragile to exist.
I want to be positive. I don’t want to be unrealistic, but I want to make myself and other people smile. I want people to look forward to seeing me and not anticipate me saying the inevitable negative thing. I want to think good things, to see things in a brighter light, to think that things are looking up. I’m sick of being stalked by my own self-imposed dark cloud.
