Time To Get Real

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I'm hitting the gym today. I hate being soft. I feel weak. I can't hit as hard as I used to. People used to call me "The Wall" for a reason.

It seems everything's turned to shit, and I can't see my hands in front of my eyes. Like the song says, "I'm going 'round in circles, tell me will this deja vu never end?". Probably not for me.

But I'm used to getting the short end of the stick. When you're last born, and least understood, you learn pretty quick how things are for those that don't fit the mold. And I'm still learning.

But the gym is calling. Maybe today, this old girl will do something that matters for herself for a change.