Thank you, world!
I don’t know about you but I’ve been throwing a lot of fits lately. And I tell you: it ain’t pretty.
I wish things weren’t dependent of other things.
That would make life a tad bit simpler. From one ruined plan to another, it is without a doubt that one would think that the universe is conspiring against them. It’s just hard to understand. You think you’ve solved a problem when you’re only faced with a bigger mess. It’s tricky and it’s complicated. And because of this, it’s just too easy to give up.
I can’t help but hate it.
It’s nobody’s fault
You, for telling me.
And me, for hoping that things will get better when it obviously won’t.
(Today, after a very long time, I cried.)
If you let it get to you
All the pressures, the problems, the sorrows, you’re bound to be disappointed. With everything, with all things, like the small things. If you think about it day and night, and let it consume you, it will. So don’t, then it won’t. You know better than that.