My decision has been questioned repeatedly by many. I guess if you aren't at least a little bit afraid of what you have to lose, it means you have nothing to lose. Which really, isn't a favourable position to be found in. And if you're so comfortable where you're at and not striving to make something more of your life, then you're not really living, you're existing.
I want to live.
Update: I popped out for some fried chicken and realised I left my flip flops at home. The asphalt was about 40C and I parked about 500m away. X will have a field day reminding me I'm a moron when he finds out.
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