It seems, as it always has, that my life is out of control.
Chaos rules, unabated. Stress, it’s ugly stepchild, feeding on itself, has grown into the uncontrollable beast that it is. Threatening my sanity and my health.
In retrospect I still cannot define the single moment or day when chaos first entered into my life. Wandering into my yard from the world at large. I do know that it has found me to be easy prey.
How easy, it seems to me, that others seemingly just glide through their lives. Maybe the occasional bump in the road but mostly just calm seas and a following breeze. Maybe they just have a tighter grip on things, never letting chaos rule. Never letting it gain the upper hand.
That, is not me.
Just when I think I’ve gotten a handle on things something equally catastrophic will slap me down, laughing as I struggle yet again.
Do I manifest these events? Somehow causing this continuous calamity of chaos. My skin must be tough as leather by now. Maybe, just maybe it’s that shit magnet in my back pocket, could be, right?
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Katie
Really just an amateur trying my hand at this.
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