I like my pessimism. At least when everything goes wrong, no one can tell me "I told you so".
I have made a decision. I will ask one thing. One. Then I will let it go for ever and after. I will hand over my letter of submission and walk away from it. For I have come to terms with the way that things are and the way that things will forever be.
And I have my pessimistic eyes set somewhere else, knowing that it will fall to a similarly destructive fate yet hoping to be wrong just this once.
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