Too much pressure.
Too much pain.
One shock after another.
One of my friends recently told me that I seem to have the worst luck. Ha!
I try so damn hard. I try to be positive. And for what?
For everything to blow up in my face anyway? For things to continually go wrong? What’s the lesson? Is there even one?
It shouldn’t be this hard. All. the. time.
Why can’t I give my life in exchange for that person I love who’s fighting for his? People need him. They don’t need me. I don’t want to be here anymore.
It’s like shouting into the wind. No answers. No comfort. Just emptiness and silence.