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Here it is: March, and I'm about to lose it all again.
It's a complete mystery why life has to throw you so many curve-balls so goddamn often.
I just pray that the choice that I'm about to make isn't going to make me utterly depressed to the point of no return.
I'm a slave to the wage, and a drunken...drunk.
That's all I can tell, at this point.
More to come. Or so I hope.
It's a complete mystery why life has to throw you so many curve-balls so goddamn often.
I just pray that the choice that I'm about to make isn't going to make me utterly depressed to the point of no return.
I'm a slave to the wage, and a drunken...drunk.
That's all I can tell, at this point.
More to come. Or so I hope.