Trite self-degradation at its finest.
Today is one of those days. I put on contacts but they just don’t seem to see as clear as glasses. Sure, I look prettier, but my head is killing me. And everything is blurry.
Today is one of those days. I put myself out there. Ventured out from my comfortable cocoon. I let her know. Yes, you hurt me. Yes, you effect me. You burden my mind and make me spin and I hate it. But I still love you.
Today is one of those days. I put my expectations on my sleeve. I expected a response. I wanted her to notice. I let myself be consumed. Looked through blurry contacts and what I saw wasn’t real. And I’ll probably do it again tomorrow.
