Klutzy little thing called...

It's always the same vicious cycle, taking the plunge into a new well only to discover that it's not the one you would like to hop around in. Does she mean the words she says, or do they come from a dictionary picked up late this morning?
Of what point is the journey when the horizon can't be seen? Living for the day sounds nice, but then, tomorrow also happens to be one.
This is not your first, but it shall be your last. The little babe with the diaper and arrows is no friend of yours. Admit it, you have made mistakes, but they can be undone.
Like Old Clint told Sister Sara, everybody has the right to be a sucker once. But you have been there, done that far too many times to count.
This time, you call it quits.

Ends.