What now
I think im broken. I havent cried in years yet I can’t stop myself. What is next now? how do you recover..
Oh well
Bad news: This was the worst week in a long time.
Good news: Next week will be worse and make this week look better.
I don’t know which is worse, hearing the terrible truth, or imagining a lovely lie.
Is it just me or does it seem like every time something good happens in life, something bad will shortly follow it? Sometimes that very thing is ripped away from you, but at others something seemingly unrelated is taken away. I don’t know which is worse, hearing the terrible truth, or imagining a lovely lie.
