Twenty pounds later, and you keep watching TV and smoking weed.

You stopped writing, and you’re barely reading.

You stopped running.

You stopped taking chances.

You stopped fucking putting yourself out there.

All of this just to get comfortable.

All of this because of boredom.

So… What’s next?

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