At their peak.
I can’t lick my own wounds.
They just won’t let me.
“Who’s they?”, you ask.
The ones who never give you what you want.
The ones who bring you down.
The ones who watch you in disregard.
“How do we get rid of them?”
I wish I knew.
Day: April 1, 2009
Enough
What happened to coming up with a solution to every problem?
You don’t even want to undo the misunderstanding.
I am very disappointed.
I am so easily agitated.
I am so easily upset.
I am exploding every time someone interrupts me.
I get paranoid when it seems that people are poking their nose into my business.
How do I get rid of this?
I deserve happiness. Not this. Not nonsense.
My tears are turning into time.
what it was 