Why is it that for every happy day i rejoiced, the coming days will definitely be shitty ones, or at least one of those days where i’ve-had-better. It’s such a dread. But when i come to think about it, if every day were happy days, it takes the definition of happy out of it, which then makes it ordinary and plain. Sometimes, not so good things are there to remind us of what are good things. Makes us appreciate it better i suppose.

I think i should use less ‘but’s. Everytime i have a ‘but’ in my sentence, i will go on and on and on about sumthing and eventually arrive at a conclusion which non-to-my-surprise, carry no definite answer in it.

I’m either witty or a joke!