I used to have hopes and dreams but now my movements are equiavalent to a funeral procession. When I pass, there is a long line of bullsh*t that follows me. They are my excuses.
They motivate me to demotivate me. I find them like $100 dollars bills in a crowded subway. Thats how hard I look for them.
And to make matters worse, death is even following me, im following it. Like what the f* is going on. I lost the struggle and found this bubble.