whoops.

Man. You see a problem, you dismiss it, and it grows. Gradually that tiny little rock receives the force it needs to start rolling, slowly at first, it build momentum. The rock keeps on rolling, picking up debris as it continues on its downward path. You just stand there, idly, watching, seeing what will happen. Deep down, you know, but you remain vigilant in your adamant mindset, "this won't effect me."

You could have made your thoughts become actions, and picked that damn pebble up, and thrown that shit into outer space, but alas, you opted for inaction. That rock became a fucking boulder, destroying all shreds of humanity in its path.

"Man, if only I had done something."

Guess what pal, you didn't. Its a mistake you're going to have to cope with. You're going to have to admit you fucked up, and you fucked up good. If shitting piles of fecal matter were a sport, baby, you'd hit gold in all events. You had it all man. Now look at you. That freedom you so happily coveted shat on you too. You're a fragment of the man you once were, or what you envisioned yourself to be.

Fall from grace.

I miss hotpocket.