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.