I’m scared we won’t remember each other. And when we meet again it will be two strangers. I’m scared it won’t be the same anymore. That I won’t be the same. I’m scared I changed and that its not for the better.
A lot of bad shit happens to me. Like….a lot haha. I just have real shit luck, at least that’s what I chalk it up to. Nothing life altering, but just as a recap. My car got broken into. Then into a car crash. Then in another car crash. And another car crash. My identity is at risk of being stolen. My bank account was used without my knowledge. And after investigation they couldn’t conclude who the thief was. I try to take everything in stride as much as I can. I laugh everything off as well as I can. And I try to deal with the hand that I’m dealt with as much humor as I can muster. I crack a few times, but I like to think I’m good at keeping my problems to myself. And even if others know them, to downplay them. But today Jen told me something that made me so happy.
“You deal with everything that happens to you so well. I know you’re stressed but you always deal with whatever happens to you like ‘fuck, alright that sucks but ok this is what I have to do.’ If I were in your shoes I’d be freaking out. You’re way better at handling stuff than most people.”
Idk why. But it made me happy to hear that.