Ok Universe, what are you trying to tell me?

Mood: Perplexed
Listening To: A Lawnmower
Word of the Day: Ugh

I'm going to have a stress blowing moment, so bear with me.
I'm not exactly sure what point the universe is trying to teach me, but I wish it would stop. That is what I'm sending out to the universe. Please Stop driving me insane.

Lately it seems that for every 30 seconds of happiness, I'm plagued with about 2 hours of misery. So, if I'm happy for a whole day, you can imagine how much misery I get slapped with. Is this just me being paranoid? I wish. Every single time something good happens to me, negativity rains down afterwards.

I've been under so much pressure lately that some days I just feel like I want to explode. I know that I can't though, so I don't. I've let some of the steam off whenever I can, but no full blown explosions.

So the other day, I go and get my tire fixed. I get it back on the car, and think everything is great. I'm happy. Well, yesterday, the tire was practically flat again. Not as fixed as I thought it was now was it. I don't let it get me down, I make a plan on how/when I'm going to deal with it. So, I go this morning to deal with it, and the tire place is closed for the day. No reason why, just an apology. Ok, fine, I'll keep putting air in it, and hope it doesn't get more wrecked than it already is.

Bear has been helping me look for tires for the past hour. He found some really awesome deals. I say to him, ok, I'm going to email this guy. I try to log into Kijijii and get an error message.

So Universe, what are you trying to tell me? That I'm not allowed to be happy? That I'm not allowed to have the things I need in order to survive? Please tell me.

Yours truly,
Jake