#dikter

Mitt bröst blir tungt av en ängslan, min andedräkt blir kort. Det är min ungdom, min ungdom, som rinner i droppar bort.

- Graduated in May. What more can I say? Then Covid struck. Now I'm really down on my luck. I try to not give up hope. But my brain is literally screaming "NOPE!". I'm really unlucky and that's fucking sucky. I used to be unlucky but not in this way. My whole life has now gone array. Yeah, when Covid struck is when life really started to suck. And I try not to give a fuck. I'll continue to try until I fall down and cry. This situation is absurd. There's really no other word. I should be happy but this life is crappy. Things are finally looking up though, which is nice because I'm generally very low. Yeah, life is no more than a game. Everyone shoots for the stars but we're not the same. Some of us are still down here trying to get up in the air. Life is just so unfair. I know I sound bitter and sad. I promise, it's probably not that bad. Eh, who am I kidding? This situation is pretty much the saddest thing ever. Lucky me I'm so freaking clever. Today is a better day. I'm hoping tomorrow I'll feel the same way. Until then, I bid you good night. I implore you to sleep tight. And hey, your mother is right. Good night.

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