ms_magdalena

I wake up, only to find that I need more sleep and more aspirin.
Maybe another drink, as if my head isn't spinning enough.
I'm still wearing the shirt I wore yesterday, and I grab my pants from off the floor.
Who decided that clothes need to be washed after every fucking use?
It's not like I got dirty anyway. If it smells clean, I'm gonna wear it.
There's a commotion upstairs, and I know the cats are fighting.
There's a commotion upstairs, and I know my parents are fighting.
There's a commotion in my head this very second, and I know I'm fighting against my better judgement.
I need water.
I get water.
I sit back down.
I curse myself and get back up.
I curse myself at the start of each new day.
I walk upstairs and ask if it rained.
"It's five PM, this is the first time you've been upstairs?"
"Yes."
I have nothing more to say.
It smells like rain.
I like the smell of rain.
I leave the house, but I don't practice my smile on the way.
I've gotten good enough at ad libbing it.
More often than not, I'd rather stop trying.

I feel like my life has turned into one big emo song,
And everyone is either singing along or laughing at it.