You can have an amazing few weeks,
Where you finally feel like things are okay.
That you’re not a failure,
You’re not completely fucking useless,
And things are starting to look up for once.
You can achieve anything,
No matter how big or small.
But all it takes,
Is one bad day,
For everything to change.
And your ship starts to sink.
In this bottomless sea of troubles,
With no escape route.
And it will take weeks,
Before life is great again.
That’s why I’m always anxious when I’m happy.
Because I know,
That something bad is going to happen to me.