I was walking down the street, going for my daily stroll. I would leave whereever I was at exactly 2:00 pm and go for a half an hour walk. when I was on this walk, I would do a varity of things like pick up food, walk around the park, walk around the mall, go to the zoo, and do what I did best... think. I was a pretty quiet person when it comes to the social aspect of my life. I had several friends, but didn't answer their calls often. my best friend was my cat... and I did a whole lot of thinking, dreaming, and fantasizing. imagining I was some huge catch, a superstar maybe. someone who everyone knew, and only few hated. I would dream I would have the perfect woman, perfect job, perfect house, different life.... rather than the lonely, run down apartment, semi miserable life. it wasn't all bad, I'd feel good quite often too. but overall, my sadness dominated my life. except during my walk. my walk was the only think that kept me sane. as I walked, I thought about the future. how there were so many options... I couldn't even comprehend how many there were. I worked odd jobs. sometimes I would pull weeds in peoples lawns, sometimes I would paint walls, sometimes I would move bricks... I never knew what I was gonna do next...

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