"God is cruel. Sometimes he makes you live." –Stephen King
This is where I end the story, not because I finished telling it, but because it's been a bit too much. Maybe I'll continue it in a different publication, but I'm done with this. That quote is something I've remembered since I was in that really bad spot in life and I realized one thing:
Life is the biggest inconvenience any human could ever have. But a lot of people just make the best of it. We don't go to hell because 1) it doesn't exist the way people say it does, and 2) because we're already there. Life sucks. But it's all we have.
I will leave you with this.
I broke up with Kennedy, and right now I don't know how she is going to react. I have no sleep and no pills to help. I'm trapped in a hell I have to call home. I'm stuck with the glob of shit I have to call myself.
I'll let you think of an ending, just don't comment it here because I don't want to know. Like I said before, I may continue this story, but for now, I say goodbye.
Thanks for this.
It means a lot.
I may see you in a few months, less likely in a year or so, more likely never again. But you never know.
Goodbye. It was fun.
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