I’m just going to be honest with you.
And yesterday I couldn’t think of anything else but why I’m pissed
So I didn’t write anything
Because I didn’t want to think about it
But I could think of nothing else.
Does that even make sense?
I woke this morning still pissed.
But I want to write
Because I enjoy it
It gives me a release
But I don’t want to write about what’s on my mind
Which is what I normally do
Write about whatever’s there
Hanging around in my mind
No matter how dark, sad, or silly.
I’m usually very honest
To a fault sometimes
But today all I’m going to say is
I feel like I have no options for things that are bothering me
I just have to sit and take it and try to make the best of it
But I’m not happy about it
I’m pretty tired of it, actually.
And I’m pissed!