Once upon a time there was a toe that wanted to be a mug. He tried everyday to be a mug, and he even worked out to gain the mug-like physique. But one day, he realized, that it was nearly impossible from him to become a mug and fulfill his lifelong dream, so on one dreary, rainy monday morning, he took his father's fork, and killed himself. He no longer wanted to live a life of broken dreams, and unattainable beliefs, so on that day, he no longer had to.
This is the story of the toe that could never be fixed.
I should be a story writer.