My Heart on a page

No, you can’t be with me when you’re with them too.

I was about to write a poem entitled “Summer Storms,” but I’ve decided that I’m aloud to come out and say, “I’m having a shitty week.” And also, the fact that I ever mask my emotions inside not-so-subtle poetry is pathetic: concealing my emotions is pathetic. I’m not trying to get sympathy at all either. This is just me posting something on tumblr, so on the off chance that anyone—including myself— scrolls through my tumblr and sees my old posts, they will see that my life isn’t always peachy, and there is nothing wrong with admitting that. So,

I’m having a shitty week.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go sit in the bath for multiple hours until I look like a prune, at which time, I will retreat to my bed with about twenty Chips Ahoy cookies and a gallon of milk because tonight, zero fucks will be given about my calorie intake.

Peace and blessings.