Ack. Here I Go Again. Please, Once Is Enough.

I'm supposed to be happy right now.

I just gave my account a facelift; I changed everything, from the theme to the music, just to show the world the optimistic, happy-go-lucky Pauline that they have come to know and love. Sure, I was smiling the entire time I was doing this, but now that I look back at the time I was tweaking my profile, a thought crossed my mind: Why am I doing this?

And then I remembered that foreboding feeling I always have before soemthing big and bad happens, how a chill ran up my spine, how my heartbeat changed pace, all signs of something mean about to happen. But I ignored them, or got too caught up in twerking my page to notice them. Either way, they were there; I just didn't heed them.

I should have.

Then maybe I could have prepared myself for what was about to come.