This commercial just told me I could buy a drug to cure my stomach problems, but may cause me to get a life threatening disease called Kidoacidocious (spelling? A disease that causes the game to end). Why can’t they find a drug that just heals you… and doesn’t “possibly” kill you?
I know you probably aren’t very pleased with me right now. Sometimes my Korean nature shows in unusually Korean ways… and my stubborness knows no limit. I know you wished for a different response from me the other day and I can’t give a good explaination for why I have decided to do what I am doing.
I am just done. I am done with the “maybes” and the guesses. I am done knowing something is wrong and not being able to prove it. I am done being poked and prodded like a cow. I am done.
Yesterday I was the bad son. Again. I have been him before and I will be him again as I grow into me.