My life is fucking bullshit were is not for the few small strokes of luck. it took a week of drifting to realize it.
Worse still-more dispiriting,more heartbreaking,more devastaing-is the truth that nobody is lucky forever.
i am a pessimist: even in fertile soil,l manage to cultivate dark thoughts--let alone in an environment so bleak,brutal,and unforgiving.
What else,then,could i grow but despair?