weary

I am forever guilty of being the idiot that tempts fate with such irresponsible comments as ‘can’t get any worse’ or ‘I can’t handle one more thing’. Invariably these are the phrases which invite drama, stress and occasionally true tragedy into my life. Why the hell haven’t I learned this universal truth yet? There is always something worse waiting around the bend, something waiting to inhale your happiness like a coke head taking a snort. Its a strange world we live in, I forever have to remind myself that others have it worse. But I am weary.