I have been trying to figure this one out for a while. As a rule I never dwell on a topic for more than five minutes. Some would tend to disagree, but I am referring to the thought process and not the associated mood. Why must everything be as insanely not right as it is, and why must it always be this tragically desperate?
Its highly annoying if the moment you solve one problem, another crops up instantly, and before you know it, the whole field is full of problems which have popped up like mushrooms. I love mushrooms. I, however, detest problems.
It like the moment you think you have nailed it, the 'it' is gone. whooosh :|
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