Friday, December 11, 2015

Missed Opportunities

Lament not the changing of tides and winds of change. Step over the missed opportunities piling at your feet like the figurative shavings off of your scarred soul. Learn from your mistakes and your missteps, utilize the knowledge found to further yourself. Let the pain of the present engulf a flame of burning passion to better the future, to move forward, onward and upward....

....or spiral down into the abyss of self-loathing apathy, miserable at the consequences you now face, the results of poor decisions, the results of jumping to conclusions. The death of potential romance leaves a hollowed out pit of numbness in your gut. The deceit of miscommunication clutches at your throat and drains all optimism, spilling out into a festering pool of despair, self-doubt, and stinging remorse.

Or just pack up a fat bowl of dispensary weed and jack off a few times.

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