It's a good day to rebel, maybe a good day to repent. It's your total call. What matter in the end is where will it take you, what will it make you.
Rebel, hurt as many as you can. Victory is measured by the number of hearts you manage to break. Satisfactory would be of how many prides you manage to stomp. The prize would be the thick robe of fear you'll be wearing around. Doesn't sound so bad, does it?
Repent and give up your precious egos which you have spent half your life building. Let the world look down on you. Bear with the jeering titles that will be escorting you all the way. Don the robe of invisibility that would slowly tint your existence from the universe. Stomp on your own pride, pick it up and hide the sad story in your little pocket. Doesn't sound so fun, does it?
Either one would surely get you somewhere, certainly would make something out of you.
Maybe before choosing which will be the agenda of the day, you would want to consider where will your final step land on. A foot in a mud hole, or a sprained ankle trying to avoid a mud hole.
But who cares, right? like, it's your stinky mess, it's your stinky life
At the end of the day, look at yourself in a mirror. See _____(which) makes you feel like _____(what). Fill in the blanks like a good school kid. If the score makes you happy, do it again tomorrow. If it makes you feel like shit, go kill yourself so you won't be doing it again tomorrow.
Have a good day, end it with a smile, or something that look like a smile *pling*
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