Lifers are dead.

People are selfish by nature. Gone are the days where you committed your self to one person for the rest of your life. Through hell or high water you would stick by that person. You'd wait out the bad times because the good always surpassed it.

A life sentence is 25 years, and very rarily is that full sentence ever actually served. People get bored or decide that the burden of looking out for someone else is too much and they throw in the towel. No one is willing to fight for anything anymore. Why bother?

I've learned that it's every man for himself out there. No one else is going to have your best interest at heart. No one is going to take your happiness into account if it effects theirs. No one is going to fight for you. You will never mean so much to someone that they would give anything to be with you. You're not worth holding onto. There will always be another you. You're a dime a dozen.

Look out for your self. Make your self happy. Chase your own dreams. I'm starting to believe that love is truly extint. All we're left with is lust, and that wears off rather quickly. The only person you can always depend on is your self.

Later Days
Santi