Blameless.

The personal baggage I drag down the road stinks like a corpse rotting at the peak of summer. I cannot avoid it and it is becoming harder to lug around as time passes. When the weight becomes unbearable I can understand why people falter. The burden pulls the flesh off the bone and leaves you breathless. It's not as if you can just toss it aside or pass it off to someone else. You can't forget so you just keep moving.

Regardless of what you think we are the ones who decide our fate. We cast the stone into our lives and it will forever make ripples. You pull the trigger, drive away, but the bloodstains never leave you. You live with the undertow from this event everyday. How amusing it is when you to curse the stars for your misfortune. In the end no one gives a damn. No one is going to pity you for your bad genes or poor environment so it is always in your best interest to shut your mouth.

I may be the only person alive who actually looks forward to old age. I want to get dementia and forget my name. Forget what you've done, and what I have done. To be able to sit down and relax with no thoughts filled with hatred or sadness. No regrets--nothing horrible. The only downfall is that I'll also have nothing beautiful.

It's best to picture your life as an intermediate point between good and bad. That way if you fail you don't stumble too far, and you constantly have somewhere to advance. There will always be someone who is better looking just like there will be someone more foolish.