I guess it’s true, things really do happen for a reason. Things have their way of working themselves out. I’ve come to a realization that the less I worry and over-think, good things are bound to happen.
Chapters come to an end, but that doesn’t mean the story has to be over. I’ve still got things to look forward to and a lot to write. For now, I’m just going to go with the flow, because hell, it seems to be working in my favour.
C’est la vie.
I think about writing about how I feel or what I think, but I hesitate because of the sheer stupidity of it all. Who really wants to know? I don’t know how many times I’ve typed out a post, and deleted it immediately because of the thought of what readers might think. Then again, the fuck what people think.
Through the past few days, a lot has happened. Met some people, let some other people go from my life, reminisced about the past, dreamed about the future… Yet, I’m left with the present, and the present ain’t nice. I hate to be negative, but it’s kind of hard to look up when suddenly everything seems to be falling apart. I don’t regret anything, or at least I try not to regret anything. But, it seems like events have taken on a domino effect. One thing falls, and the rest seem to crumble along with it. Is this a sign? But, a sign for what? That I’m doing something wrong?
That’s the problem, it seems like I can never get anything right. Timing is always off, and it’s like I’m on an emotional roller coaster twenty-four-seven. Over time, I realize that friends and family will never always be there. Or, at least, I feel that way. You can never get a hold of someone fast enough, or the one you want to talk to most is out of reach. As pessimistic as it may sound, I have to suck it up, stay strong, and remember that there’s always tomorrow.