I mean, wouldn't it be fun to be a wild animal and just do what ever you want to do?
No work. No school. No stupid people.
But, unless I was a polar bear in captivity, life would still suck. And I'm sure life in captivity sucks too. Just a little pool to swim in instead of an ocean, pacing back and forth, people watching me and throwing random crap into my area. I don't think I would appreciate that. I hate when people put my mail in my room. Yeah... I know ... my mail, my room.
So, no, I can't be a polar bear. I wouldn't even know what to do if I were a polar bear in the wild or a polar bear at a zoo or a stuffed polar bear in a museum. At least the last one is an easy answer.
Obviously I'm sadden that I can't be a polar bear. I'm also sadden that I don't know what I want to do with my life anymore. I've lost sight of what I'm doing. And who or what I was doing it for. Maybe it's just a funk I've gotten myself in.
Maybe there is some other animal I can actually be.
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well, this turned dark. I commend you for discussing a wild animal without you making an mspaint drawing of you riding on top of it.
Oh. Is that the norm? Crap. I thought personal pictures were. Maybe next time.
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