It’s difficult.
I think that’s why humanity must have invented religion and crazy political theories.
Nothing brings this to the fore than going clothes shopping after a year.
Yes, my neck size is now that. So is my waist.
Shit.
There must be some other reason beside my past choices.
This is where my life is. It must be someone else’s fault. God must have a plan. It must be the fault of some force that a politician can save me from.
That’s it.
None of it is my choice.
