Delayed Reaction

I mean, I had a decent cry last Tuesday when it happened. Friends witnessed it and everything.

Today, life really sucks.

I wish I could describe everything I’m feeling right now, inside.

I mean, I’m a writer. I should be able to do that, right?

Sure, I could probably describe it.

But now? I’m not so sure I can do it without cussing.

I’m so incredibly mad at myself.

I hate this.