8spiders

I almost feel... wretched. That's probably the best word to describe it.

This morning I stumbled out to the kitchen and found my glasses on the ground, frames busted and all. That's how it's been the past couple days. Don't need my glasses to see... but fuck, kick me while I'm down why don't you?

I've been rejected, hard. I'm also in the process of maybe getting rejected again. Took a header on the bike and then slipped on some water in the bathroom -- My body''s all achy and twisted.

Seems like everything has been happening in pairs. I've had a straight of bad luck and I feel as though I've been dealt a full house of queens and jokers, not knowing there were any wild cards. My life has turned into a game of poker.

Playing poker is always a gamble. Every hand, a risk. You can say that taking chances is always a good thing, but sometimes your gut tells you otherwise... your opponent lets off a tell. But you let yourself think they're bluffing and you call it because you have to see the cards. You have to know you're right.

But it's always when you're so right is when you're always so wrong.

I feel like my life is a house of cards.