My dry shampoo bottle malfunctioned this morning and I was very distraught. I had a minor breakdown, due to the fact that I was awake and moving before the hour of 8:00 am, and I'm also experiencing the glory of womanhood at this point in time. This month. Because it happens every month ISN'T THAT FUN THAT THAT HAPPENS SO OFTEN.
Breakdowns become so consistent throughout this short but almost unbearable period, that they slowly morph my personality into one blob of pitiful breakdowns. So if someone were to ask me, "How would you describe your personality?" and I were in the midst of this tremendous awful, I would say, "Breakdown-ish. Like a breakdown. Always. Like I'm always breaking down. Having a breakdown."
Tomorrow is Tuesday and I want to bash my head into the ceiling. Monday is barely ending. How can the week seem to move so slowly when it HASN'T EVEN STARTED GOING WAAAAHAHAHAAAA. I wish so badly to detach myself from this week, but it's clinging stubbornly to me like wet toilet paper.
I succumbed to the pressures of everyday life and the fact that it was still Monday, and steered myself into McDonalds. This was after I'd already walked passed McDonalds, into the train station, and to my correct platform. Then I learned my train wasn't coming for another ten minutes, so I left the platform, walked out of the train station, crossed the street, and bought a hamburger and fries. I DID ALL OF THAT FOR MCDONALDS. Haha ... oh man, I'm so ... this is just ... that was ... ah. Fat.
Once on the train, I ended up sitting directly behind a lady eating an apple. It was still Monday, and I couldn't believe the audacity she possessed to sit in front of me and eat an apple while I was simply trying to indulge in my indecent food choice. I wanted to grab her by the pony tail and scream, "DO YOU THINK YOU'RE BETTER THAN ME IS THAT WHAT THIS IS ABOUT??" But I just sat and resented her silently.
I think sometimes God looks down at me and says, "K so you need to calm down."
That's all.
MP
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