Its a new twist on casual Friday.
When you get the rug pulled out from under you by someone you distrusted from day one and you get bit anyway.
When your week has been so bad that each day has held its own full scale assault on your integrity and you are left wondering if you should even try to spell your name right.
When you cry so hard that the ink runs on paper you should probably be keeping for records but you honestly don’t care at this point because why end on doing one thing right when you are so great at fucking it all up.
When maybe all the haters are right after all. Maybe I don’t deserve to be doing anything more than feeding my kids and existing.
Maybe the one shot I was given to be successful was an accident. Maybe I didn’t deserve it.
Thank you anxiety for taking me to this place and leaving me to crash and burn here.
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