The Forgotten

The Forgotten

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Be born grow up finish school get a job fall in love reproduce raise the children die of old age an that's it. That's life how boring can it get nothing unexpected unless you count dying early age before you can do all that but in a way that is also expected. We all follow rules to insure are safety put by the government but the government hides so many things that they can't be trusted many are blind but I don't want to get involved in all that none sense. Why can't are life be more exciting like some anime or movies cartoon ect. Life is just to boring. All my life that was all that i thought of how boring life could get, be born grow reproduce die that's it nothing cool just following the rules of the government an work fall in love on the way then die no epic adventure no changing the world nothing that is until I meet them an things change for the better or for the worst but one thing is for sure I was not expecting this
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A happy childhood, a so-so adolescence. Then adulthood arrived, and everything went to hell. And by everything, I mean it. Grown-up life is truly a wonderful, dazzling adventure! A job that drains your soul, stripping away any will to live while fueling a more or less justified homicidal instinct; depression knocking at the door with a lovely bouquet of red roses; and, last but not least, the remnants of a social life buried somewhere under my shoes. Not the ones I'm wearing now; those are slippers, big difference. I mean the other ones. The ones in the cabinet that I haven't touched in five years. Love can be destructive. It catches you, ensnares you, devours you, and if you're unlucky enough, it leaves you standing in nothing but your underwear before reducing you to ashes. I had made peace with my "and she lived single, forever unhappy but safe" fate. A house, one, four, eight, maybe twenty cats-to meet expectations-and a future as flat as a heart monitor that's given up the ghost. No joys, minimal suffering, because there's only so much a heart can take before it calls it quits. And honestly? Fuck it, I'd been through enough. ... But he changed everything. In the worst, most terrifying way possible. From this abyss, I may never climb back out.

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