06.01.01
You think you know something, but you don't.
You carefully plan out the next 15 months of your life, all of it revolving around one little thing -- the one thing that allows you to finish some unfinished business, clear up some things that need cleared up, and finance some things that need financed.
And then the letter comes. The letter comes in the mail that tells you that barring some freakish act of God, or whichever higher power you answer to this week, your carefully crafted plans are doomed to fail.
All of your dreams will fold like a house of cards.
The only things that have kept you going for the last few years have been rendered meaningless.
It's all over.
You will have to drop out of your life.
You will have to live in a cardboard box.
You will never ever escape the hell in which you live.
Life will suck in a way that it has never sucked before, barring some freakish act of God, or whichever higher power you answer to this week.
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