All of this shit is supposed to be building up to the climax. We hurt and we go through all of the drama and headache for a bigger and brighter future. I do it for the Flashing Lights. I do it because I'm sick of the shit that I have to put up with now. Everyone wants an escape, everyone wants that freedom that we can only give ourselves. That is what all this hard work is for. But damn, everything doesn't end up in fairy tales and happiness. Shit gets real. We often work our asses off for something that doesn't leaves us satisfied. I just don't want to end up working and working and not being able to enjoy the fruits of my labor. I want improvement of self. When I move to Manhattan and shit shit down in my ridiculous loft, I want my attitude to be 1,000 times better than it is now.
I don't work this hard to stay the same.
I work this hard to get better.
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