Drunken Blogging #ehh?

"Dust! It is dust!" said Mr. Wanwilly as he observed the minute particles that was his life. Vulnerable to the gusts of wind that blow to and fro ever so gently yet cruelly as fate, as fickle as it was, was undecided upon whether to give or take the happiness from him. Only after a few months of enduring this did Mr. Wanwilly see that it would forever be like this. He was 14.Yet he was as optimistic as ever when he tried again and again at age 17 and 18 and 25 and 32... He was that kind of guy. He chose hope. Little did he know what little it would do him. He was just as fucked as the rest of us.