Maybe the pace was set too quick and the shoes that were worn were as heavy as a concrete brick. That's why walking, becomes such a hard task to carry out which is totally absurd.

This fact cannot be accepted as the idea of a human being not being able to master the art of walking is just freakishly eye popping, in the most nerve wracking way.

Think, metaphorically.

It's literally putting a gun into my hands and asking me to please shoot. Just fucking shoot me in the head where my brains do not exist. Don't exist but, I took that shot, but it did not shut down, well, how could something just die when it simply didn't exist in the first place.

The beast is just too big to be hidden in my closet. It's tail is starting to show. I swear I hid it so well that I didn't even remember the existence of it. I could've gotten a prize for the best hiding of beasts in closet award. Somehow, somewhere, I just don't know how, my cute lil beast just got lured out. Constant food offerings?

I am amazed how similar the whole cycle could be. I thought I was enjoying the view from the peak. I thought I ran far far away from the little story book of little susan b anthony, but it was funny how I ended up in page 1 again. Only this time, I'm a little taller ahem, a little fatter, a little smarter well, not so smart, and I own a car of my own. Back then I still had to ride a bike and pay for a cab.

Anyway, trying is not gonna be enough and I thought excuses would grow up as I grow older. Funny, how excuses could be so similar now compared to then. Ironically, I guess, we're like our excuses too, we never really grow do we?
The same ones are being used too often that the effect is wearing off.

Chapter 1, here I am. Again. What's next? Is it time to grow up yet?

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