In this case, forcing is unnatural and left me so frustrated and dissatisfied. But I can’t go with the flow because I see them ending up in the sewer. With no webbed hands and no webbed feet, no light and no air, I see myself being helplessly shredded like a soft ball of shit after being flushed.

In the end, my best friend is not the one who makes me laugh the most, or the one who hugs me the tightest, but the one who never left my side. And to celebrate the first day of the rest of my life, I’m not going to make it my last.