Each day I come closer to that which I dread. Time never seems to pass fast enough when you need it to; but when you want it to go slow, it just goes all the faster.
Why is it that when something good
happens, it is taken away?
With all that changes,
moods shift from day to day.
When things seem to work out,
and life starts to go good,
Something always happens,
and it gets worse than you thought it could.
~anonymous
Why is it that when something good
happens, it is taken away?
With all that changes,
moods shift from day to day.
When things seem to work out,
and life starts to go good,
Something always happens,
and it gets worse than you thought it could.
~anonymous
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