They couldn’t know that the only saving grace I felt was the thought that maybe one day I would win. How do I win? Kill myself and take the monkey with me.
You are polluting the ocean by dumping your party balloons and plastic junk anywhere, and you’re poisoning yourself and your children and their children.
We continue to want the same thing from this individual, not realizing that after a while, we don’t enjoy it, and maybe we never did, yet we still need it. The moments of comfort and bliss are fleeting. A feeling of emptiness prevails.
So, instead of continuing to piss and bemoan everyone else’s lack of vision, I decided to branch my ass out of the box I had for some reason agreed to self-perpetuate.