Congrats, Tom. You win.
So, he's totally a keeper.
Go figure. Congrats, Murphy, you win again. Congrats, life, you win again.
Hey, look at the bright side. I'm availible now. No need to wait for anyone. I can hunt all I want now.
Well, alright, sights set, but moving in two days.
You win again, Murphy.
I'd say I felt like a fool, being lead by a carrot on a string tied to my back. But... the dream was worth it. It was something to get me through every day. A reason not to fuck up and get into trouble or be arrested. I had a dream that I wanted so bad that I lived my life as if it were actually going to happen.
Back to reality, whoops, there goes gravity. When you hit rock bottom someone hands you a shovel. When you can't dig, it caves in and there's more dirt. And when all that dirt is gone, someone hands you a pick. Get to work, grant. We've got new lows to reach.
I felt like this once before. Only, last time, it wasn't like I'd been outdone by someone who doesn't know what they're doing. I suppose I should just pack my bags, move on, and forget any of this ever happened. I have no need for any more petty bullshit than I already have. Yeah, so what if the girl I was memorizing proposal speaches for fell for someone else? No biggie. I'd say my whole life was shattered, but hey - it isn't. I've got other options. I'll be getting a job soon.
But what's the point?
There isn't one. Now it's just back to living an empty life. Do what I can for anyone that I can. Suicide isn't an option, for more than one reason. But goddamn, I know why people do that now.
Go figure. Congrats, Murphy, you win again. Congrats, life, you win again.
Hey, look at the bright side. I'm availible now. No need to wait for anyone. I can hunt all I want now.
Well, alright, sights set, but moving in two days.
You win again, Murphy.
I'd say I felt like a fool, being lead by a carrot on a string tied to my back. But... the dream was worth it. It was something to get me through every day. A reason not to fuck up and get into trouble or be arrested. I had a dream that I wanted so bad that I lived my life as if it were actually going to happen.
Back to reality, whoops, there goes gravity. When you hit rock bottom someone hands you a shovel. When you can't dig, it caves in and there's more dirt. And when all that dirt is gone, someone hands you a pick. Get to work, grant. We've got new lows to reach.
I felt like this once before. Only, last time, it wasn't like I'd been outdone by someone who doesn't know what they're doing. I suppose I should just pack my bags, move on, and forget any of this ever happened. I have no need for any more petty bullshit than I already have. Yeah, so what if the girl I was memorizing proposal speaches for fell for someone else? No biggie. I'd say my whole life was shattered, but hey - it isn't. I've got other options. I'll be getting a job soon.
But what's the point?
There isn't one. Now it's just back to living an empty life. Do what I can for anyone that I can. Suicide isn't an option, for more than one reason. But goddamn, I know why people do that now.