figures

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Everyday. I seem to wake up and realize yesterday's f**k ups... are now apart of today.The very worst part? I haven't even started today.But you can best believe, it will only get worse before it gets better.At least, for my life. I'm just Gods creation of Bad luck and Broken dreams. No disrespect to the Maker and Taker but it feels like he was running low on ingredients when I was born.Like, I got the end of everyone else and A heart.My brain?Well. if I had one, I wouldn't see the purpose of writing down all the reasons it doesn't work.Yet. Here I am and here I begin. Now, don't read too much into this. Because I honestly don't expect anyone to finish this page.(actually I don't want anyone to read it. ever!!)My life hasn't been that ideal but I guess I'm just grateful I have one.I don't know popularity. I really don't think I'm all that pretty but I learned to lie and tell myself otherwise. So, if anyone ever meets me I'm sure my first impression will leave you puzzled and offended.I'm over confident. I'm really rather unpleasant. I don't think so. But, I've been told. Several times by people who can't take my honesty as the realest advice they'll ever get.So you'd imagine how many friends I've got? Tons. I mean I don't consider too many of them friends. But, the lists is fuckin ridiculous! Oh ya, I've got people daily who refer as friends telling me how big of a jerk I've become. Even better, how really awful my life has turned out. Although, they admire my honesty. But, I'm the one who's unpleasant? f**k YOU. I'm really not.Im not negative either. Sheeesh...!! I'd like to.... ugh. Never mind. I just choose to see things the way there are, and predict the outcome from the present of how things will be in the future.Common sense.

Damnit. almost forgot, "wuddup?" my name is Missouri. But it's pronounced like the word Misery.

I know. I know.

figures.