I often think that I should move to Europe, because then maybe I would get things right. Maybe I would hold my tongue a little better before I snapped of someone's head, or perhaps I would realize that brains really do count a little more than a nice body and stop feeling so depressed all the days. Or maybe, even, my boussole a la morale wouldn't be so frikkin off. I'm tired of straying into the left lane and getting hit.
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