Gym

I go to the gym. I have too; otherwise I’ll get fatter and uglier than I already am. Yet going to gym always reminds me of how ridiculous my efforts are. It’s not like my workouts will actually make me look or feel any better; all they do is slow down (maybe…hopefully) the ravages of time. Going to the gym is just a constant reminder that every day, my body is slowly being annihilated. Soon, the same thing will happen to my mind, especially if I don’t stop drinking.