Hello, pain.

I remember you.  I remember that when I actually exert myself, you show up.  You’re consistent as hell, too.  You never take a day off.  Exert, pain … extert, pain … exert, pain.  That’s how it goes.

But here’s the thing.  I like you.  I missed you.  I want you back in my life, and I’m willing to change just for you, because you remind me that I’m alive and not just a lump.  I’m considering friend’ing you on Facebook.