I'm Outta Here. I'm going to Disneyworld!

I read that damn book called How to be happy damnit: The cynics guide to spiritual happiness . I read the whole thing in the book store. It sounded good. Like a coffee table book. Mainly, "It's all in your head. Get over it," is the theme. (I hate punctuation; it just doesn't work for me) So if to be happy means you have to want to be, then happiness isn't for me. No book will solve me life's dilemmas. My boring rotten no good life. I hate everyone.

I think I became bitter at a young age. My best friend was Calvin on a sunny day. Hobbes came along, but he's just a stuffed toy, what do you expect? There's one time where Calvin says "I hate the world, I wish I would die." Then reconsiders and says, "I wish everyone else would die." I might have misquoted. Whatever.

I'm so bitter I think my appendix might burst.

SO ANYWAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I sound like such a boring dolt. "MY life sux." "I hate the world" "Everyone should die" "I can't do anything" "I don't want to do anything anyway" I'm such an angsty teenager. I'm not even a teenager. I think I'm living life's stages more slowly than other people. I was so naive in highschool. Like I just turned thirteen when I entered college. Now I'm like and angry 16 year old or something. Must. channel. negetive. energy.

So whatever. I'm going to Disneyworld. And if Mickey Mouse and Donald Duck can't cure me, by golly...drastic measures will have to be taken.

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