Lets drop the persona for a moment, why the fuck can no one in cities drive. Cursed work trip taking me from the saftey of middle of no where to deal with shitty roads and 2 ton bumper cars. I hate it.
Sometimes I wonder where things went wrong. How did I get here? Who let this happen? But the longer I wonder the more I realize I've had little control. I wish I could blame myself for the problems, it would make it so much easier.
I found myself waking this morning with a more graceful demeanor, trusting that life had no curveballs to throw me. Of course this was a folly of the rested and not one hour later I was beset with terrible news.
I should have stayed asleep.
Being the only one in my immediate circle who knows how to cook is a blessing. Being the only one in my immediate circle who knows how to cook is a curse.
Funny how things work like that.
Watching someone be the folly of their own progress will never not be amusing to me, especially my enemies. Theres a twist satisfaction in their cries as they kick their own ladder, exquisite.
Ah I see, thats fair I suppose. I made it a short story under the assumption most would not want to commit to a long term story.
I know now that was a mistake and will keep it in mind for the future.