Crash

It had been such a good couple of days.

I got to explore a new part of the city and see the ocean. I had new food and there were quick stolen kisses while walking and blushing on the Promenade.

Chai tea is really tasty.

I had a vacation.

I got to spend time with friends.

I had laughed and smiled so much.

And then my favorite new jacket broke. Which is stupid and inconsequential. But I was bothered by that.

And someone was a jerk at the game which threw me out of the whole thing basically.

And my arm dislocated and cramped so bad that I barely had an arm for hours.

Then my cousin died. Or I found out my cousin died. The timeline of when that happened is fuzzy.

And a few hours later one of my favorite Tio’s died unexpectedly of a heart attack.

I don’t know what to do.

I had so many good things happening and I had good news and now it feels. Wrong to have good news.

I don’t know. I am lost in a wave of emotions with no control over which one is going to crash on me so hard next that I drown.

I am crashing.

And burning.

And drowning.