i’m sure my shoes will slide off my feet without the velvet straps and the wind will slip in through the knits in my sleeves and my lipstick will end up on my chin and my mouth will go numb craving a new taste but this anger that i’m harboring is fruitless and useless i just like it so **** much.
m and everything else i guess. i’m just frustrated today and i can and will find a way to be annoyed. i wish i could stop being like this but some days i just want to be grumpy. can’t i have that?