giving up

There are days where you think you should just say fuck it, and start over. Give up on your dreams.

Decide everything you are and everything you have is shit, and you want to walk away and never come back.

But then you actually think about it, and you know you can never get away from yourself, and the things in your life are hardly all shit. There’s plenty worth it there.

It’s like a decision I already made that I keep coming back to.

Fuck it. Keep going. You’re too deep. Too far in.

Carry on and on and on, as Spacehog would say.

Target: 1500 words
Written: 1326 words, novel: Father Lightning

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