What does one do when one learns that one’s dreams would NEVER come true?
What does one do when there is no more reason to continue being?
How does one cope with hating one’s self? Of despising what one has become?
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Saw a kitten in the middle of the road last Wednesday during my 9th driving class. It was literally stuck in the middle of the lane I was passing by. Yes, it was alive even after I passed it by. I wanted to pull over and get it, but then my driving instructor was looking at me so oddly, like why would I do something like that?
The only reason why I even mentioned the poor thing is this: I am that kitten.