The Secrets

Y'all. Bad day here. Just bad. Messy. Not like, dead puppies or armed robbery...

Just emotionally bad. Just, lots of little things kind of lumped together and I feel terrible and worthless and foolish.

Sometimes, I'm not OK. I want to be.

But I am always stripped back down to that weird, impulsive little 4th grader who was and will always be a fuck up.

And I can try to keep it together, but really, I just need some time alone.

I'm sorry. And I will do better. Promise.

I hope.


We all have days like that.

Unfortunately, they seem to be be commoner now.