Dear Lord Satan,
Thank you, for in Thy Infinite Wisdom you always put some Black Magic fellas in my way, and bros be like dying/insane/homeless…
“I warn you with my last dying breath… do not take up this path! Do not do X! Don’t do as I did… Choose more wisely.. alas, it may be too late for me now… but you… you heed my words, and survive, sister”
My ungrateful ass always feels instantly better, in fact, forget I ever asked and complained ’bout my life.
I am not even half-joking.
’tis literally my life.
To all those pursuing an epic Life on the Edge, and Black Magic, I raise my glass.
