SUCKY. There it is. There’s just no other word for it. For example; you sit down on a park bench, and you’re just, just simply trying to LIVE YOUR LIFE, and someone throws something (or, attempts) to throw something, at the trash bin thingy next to you; but, does it make it to the trash bin thingy? Of course not! Because they suck, and because of said unfortunate suckishly-sucky circumstance, it hits your face instead. Fun? No. But people laugh, so I mean, I GUESS. OR! OR…. how about, when you look up something on Google, something you can’t get off your mind, and then something else, completely nonadjacent to the topic at hand, and this, this new thing, these bull shity, sucky things, come up, and you’re thinking to yourself: “Why would this have anything to do with what I typed in? What a crackhead you are, Google.”; but you’re still gunna read them because well, hey, they look rather interesting, and you’re a noob, what else is new? ANYWAY, so you read the jaunt, and then, you’re just mad. Your blood is like hot coal. You’re afraid to pet your dog right now, cause you feel like you might burn him; Its okay, that can happen sometimes. But the suckiest thing of all has to be regret. There’s nothing worst. Whether you’re sitting on your park bench, or vigorously petting your dog, that regret will be there. It follows you, everywhere you go; it’s with you, with everything you do. You just can’t escape it. Welll, maybe you can, but I’ve yet to find a means of doing so, permanently. So for now, I guess it’s just cleaning and music. Hey, I ain’t complainin’ - better some peace than no peace at all…… I’m gunna go ahead, and uhhh, attack my bathroom with bleach and blast music from a variety of musicals; CATCH YA ON THE FLIP SIDEEEE.