"Nobody asked for your opinion, nobody asked you to be born."

Whenever there's a holiday, I always get torn up on what to do. There's like, small separate parts of me that wants to do different things. Like a part of me wants to go back home, and another wants to stay and try and fix things with this person, and another part wants to damn it all and just wants to take a nap. So whatever I do, I'll never be content. I would always be thinking that there's something else that I could be doing, like the ungrateful parasite I am.

But for this particular holiday, there is not a single part of me that doesn't want to go on this Europe trip thing.

It's going to be as amazing as turning on the TV at 4 in the morning and finding out there's a secret Invader Zim marathon special and you just happen to have a bucket of hot wings next to you.

I'm going to really have fun. I'm not going to watch the lights on Grand Place and think about how I wish I have someone to share it with or what other horse diarrhea crap that goes on in my head whenever I experience something awesome.

I'm going to be so happy, people will be annoyed and would want to hit me. I'm going to flirt, laugh and randomly break out into robot dances in public places. I'm going to eat hopes and dreams and shit out rainbows.

I don't want to sound aspirational and shit, but I'm going to live life the way it's supposed to. You're alive now so live.

Okay let's stop before I get too excited.