And The Oscar Goes To

I wish I could be happy. I wish I had something positive to write about, but it's hard. It's hard when you've been living off of hope as long as I have. You just get worn out. I try though. I put on the masks hoping that if I act happy I'll become happy. It's not working. I'm playful; 90% of the shit that comes out of my mouth are jokes, but it's all just bullshit.

And here I am turning this thing into a journal, but it's real life right? If there's one thing I want people to get out of this it's the sense of reality, and the reality is: happiness is hard. It is something you have to work at constantly. Over the weekend I got another shit hand dealt to me, too personal for me to talk about, and it just sucks. It just fucking sucks.

But at least Charlie Kaufman won an Oscar, and Natalie Portman was damn hot.