the other day i read a book called the fuck up by arthur narsesian. it’s about a slacker whose life goes down the drains only to start looking up in the most fucked up way possible… and then, just when he seems to be about to achieve happiness…. everything crumbles and starts to fall apart and he rushes down past even the lowest of lows that he had ever experienced before.
it touched me somehow. it makes me realize that at any point things can drop even lower than i could ever imagine. it confuses me, too.
should i appreciate life knowing that what is good is now? or despair, knowing that the worst is yet to come?