I have shit three times today and the dumps have gotten progressively worse in two respects:
1) The structural integrity of said shits has gone from a respectable "brown trout" to a pathetic mud-butt consistency. After I was done with my lunch I went to rip a fart and was so fucking close to shitting my draws I started to sweat. And in no way am I lying to you.
and
2) The last time I did BM it felt like I was shitting out broken glass and lava. Now when I walk I feel like wiped my corn-hole with a fucking glove made out of sandpaper.
I think this is almost a perfect metaphor for my life after college. When I left school I was a bright-eyed and bushy-tailed college grad with his whole life ahead of him(see: the brown trout). Now I am hopeless and am resigned to my fate
(see: diarrhea).
The painful fiery part of my dumps can only represent one thing:
My broken dreams.
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