“All good things come to an end. Even as I flinch writing something so ridden with cliché, its annoyingly enduring truth rips my good intentions to shreds. This is a by-product of clarity, of waking up, and a built-in mantra for growing up, just like you probably heard your mom say when the ice cream melted or you got caught with pot under your bed. It's just a stupid part of life, like all the oth”
