Life has a way of throwing curve balls. Just when you think you're going one way, you strike out and have to go again another way.
The funny thing about writing about clichés is really how ridiculous everything sounds if you read it aloud.
How many times has someone just told you, "No, no, don't worry. It'll all work out"? And all you can think is, yeah, buddy, what the hell do you know?
I read everything outloud before I publish it, that way I know just exactly how retarded I sound. Can I say "retarded"? Is that PC? Probably not, but I will anyway, because I'm a human being without feelings.
Either way, it all works out.
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