For a while now, for the past few weeks, I’ve been feeling rundown. I feel like a house that’s been left to rot and taken over by meth addicts. My paint is peeling and my carpet is matted. My windows are broken and squirrels are living in the attic.
But seriously, are my smiles really so few and far between; do you really need to point out the fact that “Hey, you’re smiling!” every time you see one? Is it that I’m depressed, something is happening at home, Erik and I aren’t getting along or could it possibly be that maybe you’re such a flipping idiot that I just don’t smile at you? And the only time you catch me smiling is when it’s directed at someone else and I turn my head and accidentally point it at you? Could that be it?
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