Some weeks are just ass.
Simple as that.
Some days are seriously not worth getting up for.
Some days I don’t want to see people. People are just big asses. (spot the word of the day).
Some days it just seems like everything is on top of me. One thing after another. Drama followed by more drama.
Some days I feel like I’ve let everyone in my life down. Or boosting others up, who just simply don’t deserve it.
Some days I feel like I’m fighting for what’s fair in life, what’s right. And I feel like I shouldn’t have to fight. And sometimes it’s hard to find the energy to fight. Sometimes I just want to sit there and cry ‘but life should be fair”.
Some days I’m watching my trust crumble. Watching a person I once loved, squash my belief, that I trusted the right thing would be done. And I’m sad. That trust is the only thing left between us. And now it’s gone.
Some days I have to wash my big girl panties. Some days I have to slip them on, knowing that it’s gonna be a bumpy day. Some days I hide them under my pillow, so I don’t have to put them on. Some days I hang them on the line, so everyone can see that I own a pair.
Some days I wanna wear my little girl knickers and cry.
