7/3/09

Sometimes I just get so frustrated with the world when I sit down and think about how my hand was already dealt for me. I have absolutely no say in the outcome of my actions, and the results I'll face due to the millions of lives laid down before me. I mean, I really do appreciate you past generations, don't get me wrong. You provided us with endless resources and lessons heaped upon stories and wisdom, but you've created these knots in my chest I could live without. Your insignificant remains bring helplessness to my heart, and I'm terrified of repeating history. Thank you for living and trying and dying, but God damnit you've set me up to fail.