Through the Dark

Chapter 1: You know whats funny about loss?

You know what's funny about loss? It's not that it happens. That part's actually pretty damn predictable. No, what's funny is how quickly people forget what it feels like. Like, one minute, you're the center of the universe, and the next, you're the universe's unwanted parking ticket, shoved in a drawer somewhere to be forgotten. Sure, I could have sat around and had a good cry, but crying is overrated. Instead, I found something way more entertaining: sarcasm. And not the kind where you're like, "Oh, I'm fine," while secretly hoping someone gives a damn. No, I perfected the art of turning everything into a joke.

But let's backtrack a bit. Because in order to understand why I'm so damn good at being a smartass, you need to know that my life isn't exactly one of those "perfect Instagram moments." Spoiler alert: I'm not living the dream. It's more like a half-baked mess where everything that could go wrong... does. Honestly, who even invented the phrase "Everything happens for a reason"? I'd like to meet them and politely suggest they shove that sentiment where the sun don't shine.

Anyway, at the moment, I'm standing in my bedroom, staring at a suitcase like it's a bloody escape pod, trying to figure out whether it's worth the hassle of packing for a trip to nowhere in particular. Friends? Don't get me started. Half of them are too busy with their picture-perfect lives to notice that I'm slowly sinking into a quicksand of my own making. The other half are... well, let's just say I'm "that girl" they text when they need a good laugh, not someone they need to check in on.

But hey, who needs sympathy when you've got a killer sense of humor and a solid Netflix account, right?

So yeah, here I am, existing in this weird limbo between, "I can't believe this is my life," and "I can't believe I'm still pretending like I've got it all together." And as for love, well... let's just say it's been a while. No one's exactly lining up to fight for the honor of making me their problem.

But don't worry, things are about to get a lot more interesting. Because I'm about to find myself caught in the kind of mess that only makes sense in the movies—and I have a sneaky feeling it's not just going to be my heart that gets tangled up along the way.