It doesn’t feel like hope. It feels like cold inevitability or statistical probability. Like, some days you hit all green lights, other days they’re all red, but at the end of the day, you still did the same shit you do every day.
Everything changes, but somehow it’s all the same.
Hope is a valuable thing, and the feeling of having none isn’t something I would wish on anyone. Hold onto your hope tightly.
Weird. You saying that made me think.
It doesn’t feel like hope. It feels like cold inevitability or statistical probability. Like, some days you hit all green lights, other days they’re all red, but at the end of the day, you still did the same shit you do every day.
Everything changes, but somehow it’s all the same.