They actually should’ve been endgame I don’t care

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They actually should’ve been endgame I don’t care
This goes out to the beautiful, brilliant, and thoroughly coffee-addled frenchmessengers...
life is...
like a bowl of cereal, at first you're all excited and think you have all the time in the world. Then you start eating it and it's okay, not as good as you expected it to be but okay... you eventually get bored but then the chocolatey parts turn the milk into chocolate milk and you're like "why not, let's give it another go"... but somehow you know that's the beginning of the end and before you know it bits start to get soggy and saggy and you either have too much or too little milk and it just gets a chore to finish. you try to add more milk to make it work but it just makes everything mushier. Then you add more cereal but its flakey texture doesn't mix well with the swampy mess you've left behind and now you feel even worse knowing it'll all end up this way. Now you're only options are to force yourself through this, void of any joy or appetite, or to give up and throw it all in the bin (you've had enough cereal anyway). So sitting here, picking out the solid chocolatey and the fruity bits, I am contemplating my inevitable fate, a choice which is none. an end to my breakfast dreams. the dialectics of hope and defeat.