i'm starting to realize certain things about my life.
it kind of sucks.
better luck next year.
next time.
and your failure is a blessing in disguise.
because that most certainly wasn't for you.
nothing like that is
or ever will be.
cry some.
write about it in your memoirs.
throw a little fit.
keep your life a secret.
i'd rather you just not know than judge me.
keep judging.
because you're so smart.
it's weeks like this
and days like this
when i wish i could

just

disappear.