Didn’t even get to swim a lick. But I did get my feet wet
Not a lot more than someone knowing they’ve checked out before returning the book
Damn just tell me where you want me
I do love remembering times when I was smaller and honestly a bit shittier
The beauty of knowing you’re trying and succeeding one step at a time.
At least wear a mask or something
Letting a smile make my frown feel more at home
Balancing one set of spinning plates on top of another, more precarious, set of plates.
Like a runny faucet this one
Mad at myself for wanting to do right by my kids even if it means being grumpy at them
It is what it is and it is what it isn’t.
The family hog persists
Grateful for my family who help us stay afloat
Homemade pizza and home manifested social anxiety
No frozen yogurt, a day on the ranch, and then an evening of capital-based anxiety
Funny how my anger is never about what I’m busy being angry with
I think I was not sober when I wrote this
I was wrong and I’ll admit it. That doesn’t make me any more happier, though