The interlude
A new decade for some would probably mean and bring about good fortune, happiness, wealth, and the infamous love. It’s only two months in this decade and I’ve been shattered to pieces back to back. With our third month coming up, I don’t know how I’ll handle this one. Quite frankly I am never the type of person writing this late at night when I ‘go to bed’ at eleven thirty and cruise about social media ’till I fall asleep, but this one hurts more than usual. The first part of this journey is similar to the main one I am describing, it ended in me being led on and crying. The difference here is that I was led on even harder and cried even more. One important thing to keep in mind is that I am NEVER lucky one bit when it comes to love. I am an optimistic person with functionalist ways of thinking, I don’t see a reason to ever get mad, it’s the worst emotion to ever have, purposeless which is why I’m taken for granted, but I’ve learned to become humble enough where anger does not overtake or control my decisions.
