thirteen.
dear God,
sometimes i think you place things in my life to test my strength, as if i haven’t exhibited it enough in the past. sometimes i really think i’m running out of ways to keep myself alive, ways to keep myself from falling into the darkest depths of depression and never coming back out. but somehow, i never run out of those ways, and somehow i always manage to make it through the next day. even if the next day is worse, even if it’s better.. i always find a way.
sometimes i think it’s because deep in my subconscious, you’ve placed the knowledge that everything is going to work out the way it should. and even if i have my own ideas of what ‘should’ should be, i will still be okay with the outcome.
but what if i’m not? does this happen to people? is there ever a time where the end wasn’t okay…?
