I'm tired and the weather is weird, my barometer is off. You go through life groping. Sometimes you grab something nice. Sometimes you don't. Sometimes it's honeysuckle and sometimes you choke back the bile while you try not to cry in front of people who don't understand.
My daughter asks me sometimes why I'm sad. Then I remember I need to put the happy mask back on. I can't explain to her and I hope to god she never figures it out for herself. I am not always sad. But sometimes life is a punch in the gut. Sometimes people are just so plain ugly that you're ashamed you are the same species. I want to be a moth. I want to be drawn to something. I'm tired of fluttering aimlessly.
All this emo shit makes me want to smack myself. You can want to smack me, too. It's just one of those days. Must be the blue moon.