i don't think that life gets better. i guess it becomes manageable. tolerable. neither of those words means better. better implies that bad things are going to turn good magically or suddenly, and you have the power to combat challenges in your life.
i don't think life gets better.
instead, we learn how to create the facade of being better or feeling better, well, better. the cracks in our masks are plastered and filled with the lies other people tell us or that we tell ourselves to feel better. the whole process is exhausting.
my life feels like it's spiraling out of control, like a car on ice with broken brakes and a busted engine. ironically, i can't drive.
my name is alyce madison, and my life has not gotten better.
hiiiiiii!!! my name is jae, and i hope you all enjoy the story. it's a little idea that i had on a whim.
feel free to leave comments and suggestions.
YOU ARE READING
my wings don't spread like they used to
Ficción Generalbut i wanna fly with you title from sza's "pretty little birds"
