I wanted to scream, for the sake of my tears.
I wanted to object, for the sake of my intellect.
I wanted to say something, for the sake of…
shoot. I don't know.
It's one of those days (and sadly, there have been a lot of them lately) where I don't like myself very much. I thought I was made of stronger stuff than this, but it appears that me and myself aren't going to be friends for very much longer.
I have lost friends, some by death, others by the sheer inability to cross the street -
Amen, sister. I just can't cross that fucking street.