A Change Is Gonna Come

Change.

It just needs to happen. It's gonna happen...I hope. NO! Change is good. It WILL happen and it will be ok. Right?

But what if it's not ok? What if life gets sucked into some sucky vortex of super sucktidtude? That'd blow.

No, I'm not the happiest person in the world. I know that. But it has been revealed that certain people feel I am one of the most unhappy people they know. It was a little bit of a bitch-slap to the balls. Stung. I just didn't think I was that unhappy. But gimme the dunce cap and send me to the corner, cause once again, I was incorrect.

So. From now on, I will be happy. Cause I used to be happy, then all my sunshine got rained out and it's been cloudy skys ever since. No wonder Bry used to (and prob still does) call me Eeyore. Well, no more, I say. That damn donkey is gonna disappear. It's gonna be smiles and good times now.

(That was a good start. Hey, it's a work in progress.)