I'm the woulda, shoulda and coulda and if I'm not even that yet then I'm on the fast track to there. There. Right fucking there with all the other human lumber in the eternal pyre. Fuck. Fucking all of everything... especially fuck this cruel realization and the weakness in my soul that requires any motivation on my part to require monumental momentum. God dammit why cant I keep the eye on the prize. Why does the prize have eyes for those other guys. This is the exact moment that I could kill another human being without hesitation.

Right now I will eat a fucking optimist.