Something I've noticed lately is that whenever I'm having a good time, it ends very fast.
Like a couple days ago I was laughing with my friends and having a great day, and then I got horrible news.
And today I was laughing my ass off, and having an amazing day, and then someone messaged me and instantly hurt me.
I don't know why this keeps happening, but the sad part is that I'm getting used to it. I'm getting used to having an amazing time, and then being crushed. I've actually started bracing for it, almost waiting for it, like counting down until something happens to ruin the fun.
I don't know why, but I feel like this has been happening all my life, but I just noticed it now more than ever.
The even worse part is that it's making me afraid to have fun, just so that I don't get hurt after.
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PoetryThis is not a story, this isn't a happy fan-fiction. this is me looking for somewhere to write down and post the thoughts I can't/don't want to say out loud. this is definitely copying what my friend Tyler (@darkestdaes) is doing but oh well, i like...
