So I never know what to expect with this whole Failed Love Affair thing.
Sometimes I’m ok. I apply makeup, go to work, make jokes, cook dinner, hang out with friends, the same regular shit.
Sometimes I’m overcome with sadness (I turned on the radio yesterday I the car and the next thing I knew my cheeks were wet).
Sometimes I’m great! Clarity! Cleaning! And clutter? Adios!
But occasionally I am overwhelmed with a rage so cold that it burns. It burns its way from my heart to my neck and hangs out there for a while. A heat pack helps, sometimes.
‘Scuse me. Gotta go heat one up…
1 week ago