Everything always happens at the wrong time.
Perfect opportunity, perfect anything.
It really always is too good to be true, because perfect things happen at the such wrong time.

Efffffffffff my insecurities!
Always putting me in a bad mood. 

I just really want May to go by quickly. Verrrry quickly. I don’t like this month. I want June to arrive & for everything to get in line so my life is stable. and good. I mean it’s all right at the moment, but it can be so much better. And once everything is finally stable - or in the smallest sense sane - and all this shit is out of the way, then I can be happy and summer will run smoothly. Being honest to God though I just have ooone thing in mind for all of this. It’ll be worth it.

But usually when I try to plan things out it goes a complete 360 720 1080 turn and crashes and burns and I’m like wut why. And that whole “something better will come out of this!” .. no. Nothing really does.