Quick

If you can’t decide in a day
you can’t decide.
Period.

Can’t. Won’t. Shan’t.
Same shit.

You are missing
a spine.
Accept your
cowardice.
And shut the fuck up
about that ‘some day’ shit.

You don’t really need a week,
a month, a year to decide
to walk out of your rotting
relationship, your pointless job,
your drug habit, your finished  career.

How hard can it be?

Twenty four hours
is enough time for you
to decide to change
your sex, your religion,
your country, your life.

That’s how long it takes
for the earth to turn around.

And you need more time?
Fuck you.