First day of July. I'm starting to think that it's not my day. Yeah, first day of July and it's raining this hard. I hate it! I don't want my chucks to get wet and become sloppy. But I have to go to work and do those things again. Oh no. Again, I have to deal with other people's atrocious behavior. I want to ask myself... Is it still a matter of choice or a matter of fate?
Sooner or later I'll be out of that cage. Yeah. That would be the biggest and bravest decision ever.
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