As I sit down to write this, I think What could go wrong?
There isn’t a reason why I’m writing this, I just am.
Yet, I feel there is something hidden, deep down.
Deep enough for me to realize that
it’s still there.
That built up hatred is here.
I take a deep breath and sigh.
My fingers are moving furiously,
enough to the point where I exclaim
“Goddamn, this Pokemon gym is hard.”