Sometimes I wake up knowing that everything's going to be alright. Even when the sky's gray. Then I slump back on my seat and start feeling all shitty.
Must've eaten too much for breakfast.
Must've been what I've been thinking of last night.
On these days on the calendar, it's easiest to blame it on PMS.
Then I slap myself and say that it's all wrong; it simply isn't right to be feeling down when nothing's wrong. It's like inviting rain.
So, what now?
Maybe I'm thinking way too much about how I'm feeling today; about how I should feel. Maybe I'm growing old?
PMS. Stupid hormones.
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About Me
- cey enriquez
- I don't like movies with sad endings. Someday I'd like to write a sit-com script. I think cartoons depict reality even better than real life. Or maybe I just wish some days would be more cartoony than real. I'd like to grow up, not grow old. I wish to live a happy life. And in each day, I hope I could make at least two people happy-- Myself, and another person. I believe that selfishness is a virtue. If it's understood in its truest sense.
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