over and over again i tell myself fuck my life and over and over again everyone would shake their heads at me and say it’s not your life thats fucked up, it’s how you perceive it to be.

today, for the first time; i am placed in a situation where it seems that maybe my life is nothing but a series of unfortunate events. how we talk about what ifs and how different things would be yet for some reason it would always turn out differently. and more often than not, in a way that pushes me further towards my breaking point.

people always wonder whats up with my negativity. today someone sort of learnt why. how it’s hard for me to look for the silver lining in the dark cloud when all around more clouds just seem to cover up the rest.

there was a silver lining in the picture. because if i had not gone through the shit i had, i wouldnt have met you. true enough, we had met; but like i said. if there hadnt been shit, i wouldnt have gone running to you. but i guess as far as my reputation goes..

i still am that black sheep.

always will be.