Eventually, I will not need to go to therapy anymore.
Eventually, I will find a job that I like.
Eventually, I will succeed at something.
Eventually, I will get to see my little niece again.
Eventually, Jailbird will just be Bird and I will be able to see him again.
Eventually, my hair will turn gray.
Eventually, someone will read my book
Eventually, I will be able to send money to my mom.
Eventually, my house will be livable.
Eventually, my house will be paid off and it will be all mine.
Eventually, all of this will happen.
Eventually, I will die.
Eventually, I will realize that, in order for the list to happen, the last thing on the list has to happen right where it is - last.
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Don't make me talk to myself, yo.