Journal

Most Likely to Fail

ONE IN A MILLION

Life goes on and on and on.

All I see are angel numbers.

Here I am.

Months after a mental breakdown
I’m on meds now
Spoken to therapists, doctors, lawyers, and friends
And I’m still here

In this shit hole.

Turns out, it didn’t matter expressing how broke I am
or how much I am unable to afford this capitalistic life
It doesn’t matter
Because I’m the one
Still living my friend’s worst nightmare

Every Day