Reality is a bitch. It is knowing that you do not grow up to be "something." You have to work at it. Reality is sitting alone on a Friday, when you long.. to go out and soak up what's left of your youth. Reality is working.. for minimum wage at a discount store, fast food place, or some other hell hole. Watching the clock slowly tick, as your body aches with fatigue. Reality will stab you with a thousand swords.. if don't look out for it. It will tickle and tease you with its many feathers... if you let it know you are vulnerable, or just young and naive. Reality is a bitch, but it will never disappear. Like sunrise and sunset, it is one of the few things you can count on... to be there, reminding you to wake up and face it...or go to sleep, and face it in the morning.
Reason for writing:
I don't really know. It's not one of my favorites.
Birth sign: Aries
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