We are the children of a lost generation.
We are the ones left behind by the sands of time.
All of the elaborate preparation just for nothing? Or not for the main party?
Sands of time flowing like a river.
Horrible liar or an elaborate con artist?
Whatever the case is, it sucks to step on a pile of shit like that.
And as usual, assumptions is the mother of all fuck-ups.
One would think that after going through so much, I would have already learn to tell them apart. Looks like this little kid has got much much more to learn.
Life is more of a misadventure than an actual adventure. How can I forget? I learnt my lesson the hard way a few years ago. Seems like I need a reminder every once in a while.
Twenty odd years on the face of this planet and still learning how to crawl. Just darn interesting how Fate and Assumptions work hand in hand to fuck your life up.
You mean being alive isn't a job already?
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