cleaning up people’s mess is tiring.
i think, no one is really out there for the sole purpose of fixing the mess of other people.
even in Pearson Darby Specter, the “fixer” guy was a fraud.
not only a fraud but a murderer.
in hopes of preventing future mess, i keep giving people hell for the mess they make.
how dare you hurt yourself from your mistakes, thinking that you’re the only one who got hurt.
how dare you be so selfish.
and then as you put your goals above all else you paid them all with everything else around you-
even the things who didn’t deserve to be sacrificed.
things that are not yours to begin with.
i guess this is the kind of life you chose.
and i, along with the rest of the world have to live with it.