I tried to transform my problems into opportunities, but my transformation machine broke down. This machine is impossible to fix because it doesn't exist.
I'm afraid I worry too much about getting free from fear and anxiety.
I want to unburden myself from my past resentments, but I forget where I left them. They're around here somewhere.
I am trying to create an action plan for happiness, but keep loosing when I play the lotteries.
Perhaps I should forget all this self-help crap and become a rock. There are no unhappy rocks, but there are lots of Gladstones.
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| See how happy William Ewart Gladstone is? |
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