I’m certain it can’t just be me that has those days, when it feels like everything and everything has gone against you. But I think what’s worse, is when you think “this is just a bump in the road, ill be fine in a minute’ and you fight it and it gets worse?
Waking up and over sleeping? “It’s fine, have a shower, be refreshed.”
No hot water? “That’s okay, a I can just have a really fast, cold one.”
Hair’s tangled? “Just have it curly today.”
Clothes are wet? “10 minutes in the dryer.”
No milk for coffee. “Strong is fine, more energy.”
Stuff up your makeup. “No one cares anyway.”
Can’t find your shoes, rush to the bus stop, still make it.
Don’t see friends before first class.
Who cares? Mornings are always hard.
Get back an exam you failed.
Go to next class, get given assessment task.
Get held up for the entire first break.
Raining for your sport class.
Friends all leave for class and lunch.
By yourself for two hours.
Teacher yells at you for “not putting in enough energy”.
Still raining as you walk home from school.
Who cares, school is always hard.
No food in your cupboard.
Nothing on TV.
Get a text from boyfriend “lets go on a roadtrip this weekend” mood is great.
Mum says yes.
Dad calls, haven’t spoken in a month.
Refuses to let you go.
Accuses you of your brothers epilepsy and being bullied.
Mum says you can’t go.
No comfortable PJ’s.
Dad discontinues phone plan for “Being rude”.
Internet stops working.
Go to bedroom.
Who cares? Families are always hard.
No sheets on bed.
Windows were open.
Fuck this shit.
Blades are always hard.
The most painful things seem to keep me drawn, and no matter how much I try and pull through it always gets the better of me and drags me under, it’s just that at the end, after damage is done I say “It’s fine”.