Not sure

Which hurts me most. That I don't have some to love, or that the relationship I had was a lie

Trying

To run my crazy life is a lot like herding a bunch of mentally impaired cats...

My dog...

Always pulls her bed into the most inconvenient place on the floor. Coincidence or trying to arrange an "accident"?

Why...

Is it always all or nothing? Too many things to possibly do or absolute boredom? Even in boredom I have a list of things I should or need to be doing...