is it just me, or do we all make up excuses for everyone's miserable lives? i try to go about my day happy, and then when i walk out of my apartment, the first stranger i encounter is completely miserable. the cashier, the waiter or waitress, the policeman, your mom, the asshole walking down the street. "must be having a bad day," i tell myself about everyone. nope, it turns out everyone is pissed off at everyone else. "that must be why we have holiday's," i assure myself. nope, as it turns out, everyone's miserable then, too. is there any place that anyone could ever be happy? as it turns out, there's this place called, "home." i'm kidding. fuck you. there's no happiness anywhere.