It’s Okay, Bro. We Win Late Game

"Man, don't worry. It'll be okay, bro. We win late game," a voice kept reassuring me the entire day.

I was still, you know, not okay and not at ease ever since yesterday. I kept trying (emphasis on "try") to be okay, although I couldn't really stop myself from turning into a wreck. I knew I was going to be okay, but the anxiety stems from me not knowing how I'll be okay. I kept looking at patterns and consulted my mood calendar.

I thought my life had returned to its normal, boring everyday routine once again. For good, this time.

But nope. I was wrong.