Nothing went the way it was supposed to, I am grateful for what I have, lemonade outta lemons and all that, but how in the hell was this supposed to be my destiny? And why did it take so f****** long to get there? The second half of my life will be spent in silent mediocrity, never shooting for better, never trying for more. This is all that’s left for me, and it’s the hill I will die on.