Just when I think that all is well and that the happiness that I'm feeling is life finally rewarding me for all of my kindness and hard work, life bunches up it's fist and punches me in the face. And even the crunching pain of that fist breaking the bones in my face doesn't compare to the tight feeling I have in my chest. As though some celestial being has captured my heart and is squeezing the contents of my still-beating heart into a glass vial to drink with their dinner later. I've always told myself to expect the unexpected, but these voids appear out of nowhere.
It's always a different situation.
It's always a different reason.
But the feeling is the same. Aching sorrow and soon, throbbing numbness. That point where I will throw my hands up in the air and declare the ******** IT state of Jazzy emergency. Where I will be forced to ignore my tears and just NOT GIVE A s**t. That time is upon me, once again.
No matter what I do, no matter how bad a problem in my life seems, there will always be another problem that just can't wait to rear it's lovely face and laugh at me.
It's 4:52 PM and the skies cry for me now. Thank you, Rain. You are so sweet.
Where the ******** is my happy pill?
 HeismyFiyero · Tue Feb 02, 2010 @ 10:53pm · 0 Comments |
