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Realistically

Dreaming dreams is silly. Realistically you well be working a dead end job where you work for hours with a pay that is only slightly above the minimum wage, with a boss named billy. True love is a facade, Realistically you will fall in love with someone who well hate you after 2 years and your boss named billy will commit heinous acts with your spouse while your abroad. Dream cars are just that dream cars. Realistically you'll end up driving a car that breaks down in the middle of the road, the car well be in such bad shape that owning it is breaking laws. Perfect children is not possible. Realistically they well grow up depressed and useless, your daughter well be stuck up and is anorexic because she sees herself as ugly even though she is beautiful, your son well most likely be lonely and rejected, they will do drugs to ease the pain, even though you try to connect with him but you just can't. A perfect retirment is a funny joke you tell your grandchildren. Realistically you'll end up in a care home old and decrepit, barely able to remember your own name, every face you see well be unfamiliar even your own children, your children would have grown into failures in life, your daughter became a washed up actress who does more drugs than she has cuts on her arms, your son turned into a supposed strong smart person, but only when he left you and your terrible family behind him, he most likely refutes the fact that his family were such failures, your wife would have left you for your boss named billy many years before your retirement. Death is the only reason you well be remembered. Realistically all your "friends" would have already forgotten your existence years before you died, the only people to attend your funeral would be your son who refuted you for so long, he still does but slightly less because you wrote him in your will and gave him half your life savings, your ex-wife went only because she wanted to see you one last time to remember the "happy" times and also because she was also in your will and got your house that you worked oh so hard for, your daughter didnt make it, instead she was also six feet under and already rotting, she had overdosed on the many drugs she did.

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