tragedy/farce
In trying to make peace with all my selves and all my mistakes, I ended up making the grandest, most unnecessary, disastrous mistake yet. I lost two goddamn teeth to it and gained nothing.
All I wanted was to see my earnest good intentions realized, yet things were left worse off than they were to begin with. Through no fault of my own, I can say with confidence. It’s just that intentions only take you so far — life doesn’t always cooperate, other people don’t always cooperate. You can have the most beneficent intentions, and be sabotaged by circumstances yet.
The only thing more painful than dental surgery is being mocked by circumstance.
