I really hate growing up. It sucks. I mean I really, really do HATE it. Then I took a look around at my parents... their lives suck too. So when I grow up from this sucky sort of situation... am I just gonna end up in another one? Is this life?

Ah, shut the fuck up, Mo, you're just being a pessamist.

But it's weird... no matter how bad the race is going there's always some one standing on the sidelines trying to trip you with a stick and make it even harder. What the fuck?

Maybe I'm tired of running. Maybe I'll just let them trip me with as many sticks as they want and then continue to hit me when I'm down and allow myself to instead me dragged to the finish line... sure it would be a lot more painful and slower, but...