I could use a fairy godmother
Right about now…
My brain hurts
My shoulders droop from all the stress
How much longer before i combust for good?
Not the breakdown i’m anticipating any day now
But the good, fun kind
Just away from home, from family, from school
I’m starting to think
Been doing that a lot
More than usual, actually
That this year isn’t exactly starting off great *foreshadowing, maybe*
And then this country
Always manages to contradict its plans with mine
I need to take a breather
A long hibernation
Laugh till my insides hurt
Haven’t really done that without thinking about other things
Could be hereditary (they actually are without a doubt)
Or caused by stress
That everyone fails to understand
Why do words define everything?
Why won’t they just look at me and see?
I don’t want to convey it to them
They should understand!
Tears they ignore
I need a change
A long never-ending, vacation.