Okay life. You win. I thought you had thrown everything you could at me. Now what? This? Fucking fantastic. I mean I can handle most things, but when you pile one thing after another onto my plate before I can eat the ones already laid before me, I start to choke. Trying to shove as much into my mouth as I could was a joke. I dealt with what I could. But what do I do now? I’m stuck. I’m going to be forever stuck. You’ve thrown me some pretty shit cards these last few months. Can I just catch a break already? Just a moment of peace…anything?
I know it can’t “rain forever”, but it’s sure been storming a long fucking time. When will I see the sun at least peek through the clouds? Maybe one day soon it will greet me with a warm smile. That’s what I keep hoping, anyways.
