If I don't learn to move and make decisions faster, I will be left out in the dust, dying a lonely unfufilled soul with nothing in his bank account. Despised, and forgotten.
I keep telling the lie that I have time, but I don't. I am quickly running out of it.
In about 50 more years I will almost be dead.
I am still trying to adjust to adulthood.
I know I am talking about myself and complaining, but it feels damn good to get this off my chest. Tired of holding this **** in.