I was mad, but now I'm just amused. Huck & Molly are too. That's right, even my fish find this whole ordeal sad & depressing. They're lovers, not fighters - but they still don't like you.
So back at it then, eh? Here I sit, the first time I've come home on a Monday. I write for me, not for you. Please remember this. It's not for those guessing odds. My life is not to be subject of bets, but if you wish to make it so, all the power to you. Your hatred fuels my awesomeness.
Next week will provide the experience of a lifetime. Hell, even this week will. It's all a matter of perspective, I've realized. I'm going to make this life what I want it to be, whether you agree or not. To be honest, your opinion (whoever you may be) doesn't matter to me.
Life in the form of written words. Each & every day for one whole year. Memories thrown in for good measure (& esthetics).
You're behind me. Stop trying to catch up.
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