#blowout
I’m mad.
This **** is so unfair.
Sometimes you think a day will be good, the opposite happens,
as if the universe made a mistake and
misheard me maybe.
All I said was today’s gonna be a good day, geez.
And then I find my works piling till my sheets,
my tire pressures free falling,
because the truck I was driving behind decided to drop a rock,
and like my life was Mario Kart,
the rock tore through my tire.
I’m tired of waiting for this roadside assistance to get here.
I constantly live in fear for the worst,
and hope it happens when I expect it the most.
Alas, it never does.
The guy arrives and leaves, and I’m doing just fine,
yet the feeling of a bad day leaves a bad taste in your mouth,
and your emotions sing to the tune of your ego all day.
Because you feel just because
you had a bad day it means you can be an ******* to anyone you meet.
Is this some kind of a power fantasy
I repeat and I failed to recognize it?
I had to calm myself down because it got me too amped up.
I almost let the demons drive.
Geez, it’s only an inconvenience right.
And I wonder,
why do emergencies happen only when
you’re expecting to finally relax tonight?
Feb 27
Feb 27, 2026 at 7:12 PM UTC
The torrential wind blew my brain around my neck,
Like a whiplashed skewer,
Crooked and bending in ways wood should not.
Mar 19, 2018
Mar 19, 2018 at 10:24 PM UTC