Life is a confusing, complicated, beautiful, crazy, wretched, f*cked- up thing. And I think that God is just a little bit of a punk. I really do mean that in a loving way.
The last few days have been insane. There's been enough drama for a soap-opera. Enough coincidences and ironies for a Dickens novel. Enough heartbreak for Marianne Dashwood. Enough tears to fill an Olympic-sized pool.
But I survived. And I think I'm going to be ok? I don't know. I feel suddenly very calm and zen-like. I have heard that the body releases a certain chemical that calms you down right before you die...
You know, last September was really messed up too. Why is that? I think I need to go back in to see Maryannah for an update!
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