Anyway, my head hurts so bad it feels like my brain is going to explode through my forehead.
But, as I said earlier, I'm happy and having a good day. I look forward to my plans for today, tomorrow and the next day.
I wake up not hating the day because I have to go to work.
I like my house.
I like my friends.
I like my life.
I feel neither guilty nor remorseful for anything I have done in the past, or will ever do in the future.
I was thinking about something a friend of mine said yesterday "Jesse, you're the most kind hearted person I know. But you're a bit selfish." Damn right.