you know that feeling when everything goes wrong for hours or days or weeks on end? when you're struggling to keep up with even the most simple of things.
well I suppose you could say that was my week, because I did struggle. but it just means there's something all the more magical about when something goes right.
when you make the combos in just dance, or when your hair happens to fall just the right way or when you ace a test.
today was the end of my bad day streak. hopefully tomorrow starts a chain of good days.
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White Out (Poetry Collection)
Poetryyou weren't supposed to see this. •••••••••• a diary of imagination; a life where the lines are blurred. a memoir of things that never happened, and a few that did.
