gwendolyn

Today was not my day. But then again, when is it ever?

I'm a fuck up. (Is there a hyphen in fuck up?)

I need to work on a story. Or paint. Or learn to fight. Or maybe I can write a letter of apology, and send one to every person I've ever disappointed.

I just need to keep myself occupied.

Perhaps I need to take a long walk off a short pier.

I hate that saying.



I hope you find out what you want.
I already know what I am.
And if it makes you less sad,
we'll start talking again.
And you can tell me how vile,
I already know that I am.
I'll grow old and start acting my age.
It'll be a brand new day in a life that you hate.