In the space of a few hours, sometimes even minutes, I go from looking for knives to do myself in with, to bouncing off the roof with happiness. It is very frustrating, not only for me, but for anyone that has to deal with me.
If you are one of those people and you're reading this, I am SO sorry.
Please know that I am aware of it, and even if it doesn't seem like it, I am trying really hard not to be such a moody cow.
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cows are fun, they smell funny and have slimy noses and really long tongues, if you feed them bread they will like you. Maybe your friends and frienemies should feed you bread. That might help. I give good advice.
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