It's a fucking bad day, absolutely.
My first love tells me online that she's going to marry. I feel fine. Then she tells me she's going to marry a guy who just meet for two months and he is 9 years older than her and divorced before. Then the only thing I realize all of suddenly is that there're always some mysterious and wizard principles I could not interpret and all.
Truth be told, I have no consideration with my marriage, for me it looks like jail of freedom, funeral of love. Anyhow I have no right or interest to judge it because I'm still a single and lonely pervert.
Lost US$1300 on trading today, feel totally fucked even I don't need to pay it and Gerard doesn't say anything about that. I have to keep thinking where I was wrong.
It's always irritating to myself: I perceive I did something wrong, but I don't know how to make them right even could travel back by a time machine.
