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Life can’t possibly be easy. Ever. We can’t expect it to be. And then, suddenly, it is. What do we do with it now? Mess it up again of course. Easy is frightening. Easy is not what we’re used to. Run away from easy. Run away. I don’t believe we’ve met, but if we had, I didn’t shake hands. I didn’t give in to the satisfaction of ruining my life. That’s right. Don’t think twice, just do. Just plain do.

Sarcasm is a lot of things to a lot of people. Oscar Wilde said “sarcasm is the lowest form of wit”. To me, sarcasm is an art form. He also added that it’s “the highest form of intelligence”. I think Oscar Wilde is full of crap. Perhaps I’m just easily amused.

Once a cheater, always a cheater. What a scary, convoluted message and fear to live off of. I used to be a cheater. Don’t worry, you don’t know him. I will never cheat again. I’m a grown up now. A “big girl” so to speak. Able to judge the long term effect of my actions, no matter what state I happen to be in. Not to say I don’t throw a certain caution to the wind on occasion; however,

(I didn’t finish that last sentence to bother you.)

I think, everyone goes through it, but some people won’t find it until there’s nothing left. There’s no way for them to get it back either. What a sad moment that must be. A terrible, scary, life altering, lost in time moment that makes no difference. Like asking for forgiveness on your death bed.

Do you ever feel lost? Not in the metaphorical, deep way. Just like, you made a right turn instead of going straight? That happens to me a lot, mostly because I get antsy.

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