For three decades now I’ve been waiting to get to the point in Life where I feel so happy that rainbows shoot out of my ass. I actually believed that this would happen. I believed it in the 90′s, I believed it in the Y2K, and I believed it for a couple of days in the ’11 s. Now I hate to say this, but I’m starting to think I have to accept that it is just not going to happen. Even when there is this image that clearly shows the possibility that it could happen, with PUGS involved and a butterfly in the upper right hand corner, above a tree. Oh, and thanks for the lie of the fake hologram lady Jesus too. Life, you said you were my friend. WHYYYYYYYY?????
What am I supposed to do now if rainbows will never shoot out of my ass? I feel so lost. I’m so sad and disappointed. Bangs can’t even help me now, not even if I meet him on the Facebook. Someone please tell me what is to become of me. My dreams have been destroyed. Everything is a lie.