I thought I had a complete breakthrough in my life and it was changing. Everything was looking up and I was more positive than I have in ages.
Then, Thursday hit. I woke up that morning, and, frankly, I was exhausted. I felt as the famous line from the Silverhawks cartoon outtake, “I feel like I’ve been shot at and missed and shit at and hit.”
I need a t-shirt for that. You know who you are. Let’s work on that.
They don’t read these posts anyway, so I will probably text them. Oh well.
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