What I hate most is that sometimes, on things I don’t care about, good things happen. Luck is with me and I get an A+ on a paper in a class with no actual grading system, or I arrive late at the theatre and there are still two seats open at the show I wanted to see.
Because the reciprocal of this is that every time something important happens, that I care about, which could affect the direction my life will take, and all that needs to happen is for me to not fuck up… I fuck up. Every time.
I don’t know how much longer this can go on before something hits the breaking point.
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