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Read This If You Think The Universe Hates You
because I think it hates me too (at least right now)
I don’t know what your age is or what you’re going through in your life. It might suck but hey, I’m not going to tell you it’s going to be okay. Do you know why? Because when nothing is going right, when the plant leaves keep falling out even though you water them right when the laundry keeps pilling up or when I’ve had the worst day (again) and the sweatshirt keeps getting stuck in the doorknob — the last words I want to hear are “It’s going to be okay”
Why?
Because I fucking know that.
I know that in nearly 5 years or 5 months, I might look back at this time and think, god, I was going through something. But what about the present me? What about the version of myself that has to wake up each day, and somehow — impossibly — hope for the absolute best with a smile?
Backdrop?
I remember being 15 and looking at the age of 25 with such sparkly eyes. I used to think wow — these people sure have their lives figured out. I might not have to ask for my mom’s permission anymore, and money problems? Goodbye. I’ll be earning loads of money and I’ll be successful maybe even have my name on the front page of the local newspaper. I’ll be a successful woman working…
