Though it's rare, sometimes it can simply last too long. At the beginning, everyone's excited and things are rapidly progressing to a state of nervous euphoria. The end might be the best part, but nothing you necessarily want to rush into, right?
But then, for whatever reason, it just...keeps...going, and going, and arriving at a satisfying conclusion goes from something you desperately want, to something you absolutely need. Like, this shit has gone from all kinds of fun, to something resembling manual f--king labor.
You're exhausted in every conceivable way, wondering what exactly you need to do to make it through. And just when you think it's over...it isn't. And you're thinking, f--k this. I'm throwing in the towel.
But then, for whatever reason, it just...keeps...going, and going, and arriving at a satisfying conclusion goes from something you desperately want, to something you absolutely need. Like, this shit has gone from all kinds of fun, to something resembling manual f--king labor.
You're exhausted in every conceivable way, wondering what exactly you need to do to make it through. And just when you think it's over...it isn't. And you're thinking, f--k this. I'm throwing in the towel.
