I don't have real problems.

I work at the same place with the same people on the same days. I drive to the same places, buy the same gas, and the same people home. I buy the same books and the same bands' albums and listen to them in the same room. I go to bed at the same ridiculous time and wake up at the same ridiculous time. I have the same abitions and the same failures. I have the same problems and the same solutions.

I have sucessfully mastered the art of dissapointment.