Psychic

Ok, so I sort of picked the winner, at the last minute. But it was before they started running. So it still counts. The other day I got a massage and the lady told me I was psychic. Who knew? Anyway, I'm starting to wonder if I am, and I seriously hope I'm not. Because that means that when I think something is happening, or going to happen, there's a good possibility that it will. And sometimes I hate being right. Right now, I'm thinking that I'm being avoided because the truth is going to hurt a whole hell of a lot and I'm tired of hurting. I want some good feelings.

What I want is to go riding tomorrow and enjoy the sun and remember what it's like to have friends that like hanging out with me. That shouldn't be a lot to ask, but if I'm right, it's an impossible thing to ask. And I will be back at square one, with nothing and no one looking out for me. I don't want to be psychic. I want to be lucky.