unluckyshe

That’s the thing, life comes at me that’s why it can’t come from me

Recently there’s been so many teardrops falling… No, not tears streaming and heaving, just silent teardrops of anxiety and grief. Sometimes, the body just wants to sleep for a very long time until people forget and people become narcissistic again, but it would be bad for the people on favorites. More damage would be done to them than to those people you could care less about. So the salty waters may just keep on falling in droplets. Don’t fully open the gates, keep them leaking.

There are so many things that you know. But when life brings on disappointment and embarrassment, there’s suddenly nothing you know but self-depreciation and continuous “I get them and I really regret what I did—I could’ve done better.” They’re always right and you’re a million more times wrong. Then the cloud that took you years to blow out suddenly fogs your vision ‘til there’s nowhere to go but backtrack. I hope these tears stop and you find the courage to blow them out with an industrial fan this time.