They say that we’re influenced by the thoughts we allow to occupy space inside our heads, but what do you do when your memories assault you and your body remembers as well? If you distract your mind and you occupy your hands at the same time, what happens when your feet automatically stumble and then your mind jumbles? What then? I’m a continuous nightmare stuck on repeat, a clock set intentionally counterclockwise so that I don’t keep making the same brain mistakes, but I get tripped up when my flow hiccups. Add humans whose only mission in life is to, at the very least, cause misery and I’m a disaster that already happened, has a black box label and her own show at the circus – premium seats cost an arm, a leg, all of your patience and the last threads of your sanity. You know what? Save yourself. Don’t bother buying a ticket. Life doesn’t get better; it never ends.
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Life gets better.
