Twenty

 

A Piece by Four Leaf Kiddo

Ever since i turned 20 last year, life has been like i'm just tripping down an infinite staircase. Getting bruises and scratches but weirdly having fun from the adrenaline i get from the speed.

I thought things would get 100% better, but I guess bad luck and awkward situations love me.

Yes, i'm a person that tends to look at the empty part of a glass half filled with water, and i blame that on the chemical imbalances in my brain, that even 500 days on SSRIs seems not to work anymore.

At the end of the day, I always ask a loved one if everything will actually be alright in the end, i can't quite believe myself when i tell it that, it's like i would only jinx it.

Even if they tell me it doesn't end in a good way, that glimpse of hope is still there, undying in the eye of the storm.