I’m always worried I’m taking stuff for granted. I try to do everything most of the time, but every once in a while, I don’t. Not because I’m scared, but because I’m tired, or grumpy, or too busy. It bugs me. Whenever I do everything and am happy all the time, my mom thinks I’m being overly optimistic. (That’s funny because I can be one of the most pessimistic people I know.) When I’m a grouch, people think I’m… well… a grouch. So I’m stuck either way. Not to mention the fact that I can’t always make up my mind which to be, either. I wish I would shut up. I’m not even making sense any more. Even I know when I’ve lost my train of thought.