My families more or less managed to consume or destroy all parts of my life, about the only thing they've yet to dig into is [SAS]. Fuck... I couldn't even get a space on the couch, instead I'm balanced off the side, foot stuck on the corner of a stand and who knows wtf stabbing me in the backside. What will they leave me with next? A throbbing head, a soar backside, numbed hands, crink in the neck by tomorrow, and legs that are as good as ten feet ahead of the rest of me, for the speed they move at.
I don't know if I have any hope left at this point, those hat know me best, would probably find irony in that. It's like, the more I try to get ahead, the further behind the eight ball I end up :\