It has to get a lot worse before it gets any better. Welcome to pain for the foreseeable future. Learn your new middle name as it’s forever a part of you now. You’ll have to live with this for the rest of your unknown time. Just when you thought it couldn’t get any more tragic, it does...so you may as well grab a comfortable mattress and stay a while. Only thing is, there are no comfortable mattresses when you’re in Pain-Ville, the word comfort doesn’t exist in the physical sense. You have to tap into a part of you that’s never been discovered and, build your own comfort. Think of your go-to dream when trying to fall asleep, and times that by eternity. Search for your imagination during the most gruesome of times and let it wander in your “happy space,” whatever that is anymore. Or...you can adapt. Many can’t, many won’t. There’s no shame in grabbing an extension cord and clocking out from the ceiling, at least you went out swinging right? I’m not one to judge anyone’s impersonation of a flying squirrel either...I left my score cards back in kindergarten when I was practicing my math. Point is, these last few exit references went off the deep end like, Supreme Clientele. At least that still makes one smile, find your smiling triggers...whether they’re childhood thoughts or lack thereof one, so you’re making up for lost time, by adapting to the pain that molded you into the shoulder shrug that you exist as of today. It hurts, and it’ll hurt tomorrow...it’s only a matter of time before you give it a break, for good. Don’t peel your calluses either, they’re now your “comfort mattresses.” Forever and ever.
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