Every good decision I make is immediately followed by my entire life exploding. I leave an abusive relationship? I spend 2 months in hiding from my brother who believes it's God's will that I die. I go to college? My bio-dad admits that he sexually abused me as a kid. Now I finally quit smoking and I put my partner and I in a situation where we might get evicted. I'm really starting to think the worst decisions I make lead me in a better direction than the good ones, and maybe I just need to stop trying to be better. Maybe what's better is getting worse.
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