Pissed.

I hate making plans. With a sure and fiery passion. Plans come with expectations and the bigger the plans, the bigger the expectation, and the bigger the let-down when those plans fall through. I honestly don't get it. How often do I make plans? How often do I make a conscious effort to do something for me? So why can't it just all come together? Why does this have to be so difficult? Can't I just want this? Why can't I just want this and why can't I just have this? Is it really so much to ask? And now I feel selfish and now I feel immature and now I just feel like shit.