I am Forrest Gump

Some people dull life's pain with alcohol. Others do it with heroin or religion. I can think of one guy who did it by running from coast to coast and back again. Me, I do it by walking miles and miles almost every day with more than 35 percent of my own body weight strapped to my back. You may wonder, 'Does it kill the pain?' All I can say is FUCK NO! I've been taking an average of about 40,000 steps a day over the last several days, and with each step all I think about is Missy, wondering why it turned out like this; wondering why I never get what I want. --> Sometimes when I walk, people yell to me, "Hey Forrest Gump!" I nod and continue walking. While it may seem funny that people greet me this way, I really am Forrest Gump. Like myself, Forrest Gump knew exactly what he wanted from life but never got it, except for a few short glimpses here and there. And then Jenny died. Life
fucking sucks.