Repeat. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat...

As of this far life had been a let down. We grow up thinking our parents are some clairvoyant, magical people when they are not. We are led to believe that we are unique and special only to find out there are a million other people just as gifted and "special" as us. It is astonishing how we manage to get out of bed everyday knowing we are repeating the same vicious cycle that has stolen our childhood. The day seem shorter now, but then again, there are less of them than there were before. They are numbered in some leather-bound book along with everyone' s date of departure. Some how people get past this and make it though the perforated barrier to the other side. Not I! For reasons that I do not know, I cannot. It's like a skipping CD that can't get past the first song. By playing the system, the system has played me. It's like I wasn't supposed to follow the rules and be good and all that shit. No, it wasn't.