Why do things need to be so difficult? Why can’t the universe just see that a person has been dealt a bad hand constantly for four years and show some mercy?
Is there a limit a person is pushed to until they just snap, lose it, break, and shatter?
Why doesn’t the universe and things just see a person can only handle so much?
I don’t mean to sound all weak or self pitiful but I just wonder why so much bad can happen to such a good person? Is this really a universal test or is this just bad luck?
I hope I don’t have bad karma. I make sure I try to keep my karma clean and peaceful. I’m a good person, right?
I want all the bad to just stop. Two more months of this? Fuck no.
This is what I yearn for. It’s perfect. Easy. Unshattering. It doesn’t lie. It doesn’t hurt. It doesn’t fuck you over. It’s just…sane.
Until then…
The Six Wives of Henry VIII 