What do you do when you find a snake in your pants?

My first reaction would be to tear the pants off me.

But then again, I'll remember that snakes don't bite if you keep still, so I'll keep fucking still.

In the end, I get bitten anyway cos this hot babe walked past. I died.

So you see, there's a lesson to be learned here. Pretty girls, they kill. Tmr we'll go eat our hearts out. No drinking, but man, we'll eat our hearts out. Sometimes, the bystander sees things best. Remember how you used to give me advice over some shit ass stuff? I didn't want to believe it then, and duly deserved to be bitten.

You chose to believe things would be different for yourself, and I believed you gave yourself enough reasons to hold onto this belief. But dude, sometimes when you're in it, you're in it. All these things I'm saying won't register until reality hits you hard. So I'll just say my piece, shut up and let reality hit you.

Things will always get better, never worse. You know why? Cos you'll realise that this shit only makes you stronger and better prepared for the next setback. So be grateful that you've learnt this lesson. But there should be an end to a lesson if all it ever does, is to teach you that same lesson over and over again. Move on.