It’s going to be okay.
I say it anyway, even though I have my doubts.
But the little things, I know, they loom so large
The exams, the broken computer screen, the grades,
Everything seems to ride on the littlest detail.
I remember this.
I remember feeling this.
And yet none of it made any difference in the end.
I still got here.
It is the things that are far beyond your control that you have to watch out for.
Then men who try and pull your strings like you were a puppet.
An NPC.
But you aren’t and they aren’t god.
How we gonna survive this?
How we gonna thrive in this?
I ask myself every evening.
A prayer to god who isn’t listening.