It's been one bad week after another. Why do bad things...just happen when you don't expect it. Why do bad things seem to just pop up when you're trying to be optimistic? I'm not asking for good luck, I'm just looking for at least..."okay", a nice happy medium. Not just bad, bad, bad, bad. Even "whatever, same ol' same ol'" would be nicer than just a continous pattern of bad days.
But it's going to be okay soon. I don't know why, maybe that's just wistful thinking, but I feel like things will be okay. It's not the end of the world. It's not close to rock bottom at all. Things will start looking up soon if I'm patient and don't fall into a pit of despair.
It's all going to be okay.
Oh,
shoebox_project. People should get to have a Sirius Black of their own. I know I would very much like one.
r e s i l i e n c e
The ability to recover quickly from illness, change, or misfortune; buoyancy
One must not let others control one’s life.
One must set oneself free.
One must escape.