I'd like to meet:
There's a manifold of things I have to offer. The only question is, do you legitimately deserve it? After all the shit you've talked? The indecency you stand for? The inconsequential proceedings in your deplorable life? Cause I know I don't. As humans, we are all so avaricious; we can never be satisfied. But diagnosticate this, even though we can't have all the things we want, we ought to be thankful we don't get all the things we righteously deserve. You fucking remember that. Be sentient about who you are, and how you live. That's how people change. That's how the world changes.
If you want to make an entity of yourself and your infinitesimal life; work for your own indulgence and approbation. Stop depending on luck. The ultimate sin, is to be afraid of your own skin. No one cares about who you are, unless you make an identity of yourself. There's a fine line between an excuse, and a reason. Whether yours may be, is insufficient and pitiful. How we spend our days is consistently how we spend our lives. And the fact that life's most breathtaking moments will never cease to occur again, is what makes living so sweet.
Don't live on other people's promises, instead, make promises to others and live on those. We're all weak. We're all hypocrites, liars, deceivers, sinners, dime a dozen. We all distend on insignificant occurrences. Nothing lasts, people change, and in the end, it doesn't really matter.
No one is going to care if you're miserable, so you might as well be happy.