life is full of unfortunate mishaps, fake serial killers, and nihilism, yet i am unmistakably grateful to be part of every single moment of it.
i am in a loop of ups and downs, and wrongs and rights; i am never black nor white.
but i feel as if i keep on walking in this tiny little circle i call my life, it will all come back in the end, as life does.
perhaps i am a nihilistic, unfortunate mishap— and i thank god for that.
