In the law of attraction, it was stated that if you will it to happen, the universe will conspire to make it come to pass one way or another. In a way, I'd guess it was just another form of confirmation bias that most of those self-help gurus constantly shove down their hapless victims' throats. Then again, I can see some truth to what they were saying. After all, if one were to always tell themselves that they'll do good today, then the likelihood of them doing said good would have a higher chance of happening mostly due to the fact that a good day will happen sooner or later, thus confirming their so-called predictions, which, in turn, would only make them bolder and thus increasing their chances for something good to happen again. It's... It's complicated, okay? Well, not really, seeing as I'm just really trying to tell just why I hate the damn thing so much. And to top it off, this fucking idiot in fr

Traveling sucks. While it was true that it was the dream for those that feign 'wanderlust' whenever they post their philosophical bullshit on their social media, it was still too much of a pain for anyone that wasn't shitting money out of their ass twenty-four seven to just leave their nine-to-five and go wherever the fuck they wanted without consequences. It cost far too much for a single night out doing fuck all; buying overpriced drinks to go with your overpriced food with portions so small it wasn't even enough to feed a small child. And to top it all off, you still have to consider if you still have work the day after. Granted, it was still a decent change of pace for those that were just sick of going to the same damn places for what could be amounted as years, myself included; the amount of time, energy, and resources just made me slowly change from the normal bright-eyed idiot that couldn't sleep

.... ....... ...Huh? Where was I- Oh... I blacked out, didn't I... Well, that's just great. And judging from the burning pain and fatigue I was feeling throughout my body, I'd guess that I was probably also running a high fever just to put the icing on the metaphorical shit cake. With my body not really listening to me as I laid in silent agony, I didn't really know what else I could actually do beyond letting my mind wander again. That, or try and divine just what the hell was being done to my body as Lace assuredly tried treating me to the best of her abilities. Let's see... My last thought from earlier was poisoning... poisoning... Radiation poisoning? Was it even possible? How the hell would Lace even treat for something like it? I sure as hell didn't remember; my only recollection of it

I gave up. Wasn't that the inconvenient truth... "It doesn't take a rocket scientist to realize that you've been... how should I put it... gimping yourself, Master." Ignoring the colorful choice of words, the thought Ica was trying to get across still hit its mark as I found myself falling back into my chair. The world around me felt like it was melting at the seams as I hunched over the table, my mind struggling to render the truth that was plain as day to see for anyone except for me. "You failed one too many times, you couldn't handle the pressure anymore, and you gave up on yourself." *thud* The hefty thud of a book slamming shut echoed straight into my ears as I heard Ica get up from her seat. I felt her moving around my general vicinity; her heat far too obvious and apparent for me to