It’s a bad thing when the sole content in your fridge is a near empty bottle of vodka. Apparently.

And its a bad thing when u stay in the confines of four walls so long that there’s a pile of newspapers outside the door

And u can’t remember the last time you put on a new shirt cause the pile of laundry overwhelms the machine

And there are so many missed calls from people who don’t matter or numbers you don’t know that your cell phone runs out of memory space. Apparently.

And apparently.... “Its not the end of the world”

What defines the “apparently” and exactly who’s “world” are we talking about?

But life moves on and shit happens. So you gotta keep your chin up, get over it, suck it up an think of the next step.

The next step being the only other fuckin alternative when all of the other doors of opportunity slam shut in your face.

So yea.... everyone is packing suitcases, confirming tickets and throwing farewell lunches and happy hour rendezvous

While others are still waiting for clarity and suicidal impulses to either arrive or disappear.

 Whichever and in whatever order they choose to.

But hey, apparently all the shit that gets thrown at you along the way is just fate, karma, destiny.... its written,

In such big bold letters that people make an entire living by throwing around cards or tea leaves and reading it out for you.

And most people agree with the cards or the soggy tea leaves because destiny and fate are so much prettier to face as compared to the harsh reality that just... maybe just ...they didn’t make the grade, that they weren’t good enough,

 That in the simplest of terms... They failed.

Apparently you can’t call yourself a failure (I’m sure everyone else will do it for u) cause that’s just wrong.

So what happens when you do?

What happens when u realise that you’re just not good enough and no matter what excuses people give you, you know that

You can’t make the cut?

Suddenly everything isn’t so apparent anymore huh?