I must be pretty awful. I’m certainly a believer in the ideas of karma, and of the universe bringing you what you deserve at one point or another. Looking at this day, and these past few days…I realize that I must be pretty awful. I’ve hurt a lot of people. I’ve been really terrible. In return, I lose everyone that matters, and I am an annoyance to those whom I love the most. The love I give is returned with hostility and insincerity, and well…an aching heart and heavy eyes are what greet me each night as I try to sleep. I can’t complain, though. As I said, I believe in karma, and I must be pretty awful.