What’s up, fate? Are you for real, and if you are, why are you holding out on me? Or maybe this is it…just this slice of life, because there’s just not enough of the good stuff to go around.
I used to really believe there was some sort of magic fate awaiting me, something great and grand and challenging and full of promise. I still believe it, I guess. But not like before. Nothing like before.
Now it’s just a wish to get me the hell out of dodge. Sometimes it’s a silver bullet, but I’m no werewolf. I’m just a common man with common problems and a common mind with common facilities…burning all his patience on fate. (7/3)