That sinking feeling when everything is going well and the storm is mounting on the horizon.
When everything is finally going well.
And then there's that quite voice that says it's all going away.
FUCK
Yeah.
I fucking hate my life sometimes.
I need to vent this somewhere.
Especially before she calls.
But I just need to say that I hate how nothing ever seems to work well.
Or if it does then it has to end.
Fuck my life.
