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Swing Harder and Don’t Think About It
I’m not one to complain,
but being broke sometimes feels like you’re swinging this stupid fucking shovel at this dumb fucking wall. The world keeps telling you to swing it harder but in your poor defeated heart you know it’s dumb.
I know I’m cursing a lot but I'm just beyond caring. This is my language of love instead of burning this world down, along with this fucking wall.
Anyway, You see the people who tell you to do this bullshit and can’t help but notice that their not swinging this dumb thing. Shit. What are they doing now? Are they cheersing? They drinking? And here I am, with this big stone wall and this shovel, trying to break through.
If they would have told us to use a hammer then that would have been nice. My dad said everyone used a shovel, and his dad before him. Who even said a shovel was the right tool? What entitled asshole told us, “I used a shovel to do this, and you should use one too!”. That's something I would say if I didn't want anyone else on my side of the wall. Damn.
Stupid fucking shovel. Stupid fucking wall. Stupid fucking life.
But again, I’m not one to complain.
Wack.
