Writing Prompt: Tomorrow's always a better day...

  "Tomorrow's always a better day;" that's what my best friend would always say. So why was it that after paradise I found a house made of ashes? If my friend was right then so would've been my life. But here I am living this jinxed saying, of a day worse than the next. If only days really did end, then my problems would fade away. I'd be like that house, scarred and long gone.

[Needs more editing, but I felt like posting it. ^^]