Empty bars in the afternoon

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[15] No time to wallow in the mire

I’ve mentioned in the past of the guilt I feel for not feeling that bad any longer, but now that guilt’s gone. I can see a path in front of me, where I’m the dad I want to be for my kids and I have a purpose here that I can almost touch, and for the first time everything else seems irrelevant and I just want to get a move on and do what I’m here to do. Sure, life is a motherfucker at times, and it hits me just as hard as anyone, but the thought of wallowing in the mire rather than making the most of the little life I have embarasses me more than admitting that I’m twenty four and the one thing I aspire to is to have a kid to care for.

I guess I’m one of those people who think things to death and suffer read more.



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