30.01.22
2:20
It's a beautiful day. Don't fuck it up. Or do. There's always tomorrow, unfucked up as of yet, and maybe if you fuck up tomorrow you'll still have next Thursday. Did you know the days just keep coming, almost no matter how badly you fuck them up? It's a beautiful day, because it always is, or at least that's what my socks say. I can take it as encouragement or a threat, depending on my mood. Boy does my mood shift. Sometimes I want to fuck up today just to spite these cheery ass socks. Sometimes fucking it up means archiving my to-do list and reading all day in bed. Sometimes it means calling my mom and spending three hours on the phone with everyone in the house, until her phone dies. Sometimes it means not hearing a stranger complimenting me until they've already passed, and crying for half an hour about it. Fucked up days aren't always bad. And even when they are, they're still beautiful. I couldn't fuck up that if I tried.
YOU ARE READING
words don't come that easy.
PoetryI've tried. but i've always failed to contain these thousand words in a few sentences, maybe im bad at expressing macro feelings in the few words that I'm limited to. you might think you know me enough because it's been a long time since i first wav...
