fuck you

Today everyone moves on. TODAY.

Is Saturday at 5pm I just woke up about 15 min ago. I'm serious.

My dog is looking at me like 'are u going to take me out?'

All I did was open the back door for her.

All I did was give her everything.

I'm sitting in the kitchen. Unusual.

I went online and my curiosity kicked in

Is hard when everyone moves on and you're stuck

Is hard when you are the only kid left in a evacuated town

I have all this feeling for you that will never go away.

I have practiced all this feeling on you, love, hate even indifference.

None of them ever worked. No good. Not ever.

None of them were good enough. I wasn't it. I will never be.

I don't regret leaving this far away on the road.

I don't regret not leaving when you started treated me like shit

I don't regret forgetting all your flaws so that you would keep being perfect to me.

I don't regret wanting to give you everything.

Maybe I should regret it. Maybe I should forget it.

But TODAY I don't.

Today, there is happiness and celebration all around. Just not in this house.

Today, you are sealing the contract, while I'm here still trying to find mine in the wrong portrait.

I don't like today. I dislike today. I disapprove of today. I'm stuck today.

I'm stuck in my mind with these feelings that are no good for me.

FUCK YOU.

My Ode to Being a Woman

~...Today I realized how beautiful it is to be a woman.

I understood that there is nothing better than to be a woman.

I reaffirmed my love for being a woman... ~

As women, we may complain about our bodies, our hair, our moods, and our period, of course. Nonetheless, a man will never come close to understand what it really means to be a woman. Being a woman is being someone that is able to do anything they can, in any way they want, whenever they want it. Women are powerful and beautiful at the same time. We can make the dirtiest job look sexy. We can be sexy and dorky at the same time. Being a woman means you possess two of the greatest tools ever invented: Boobs.

Women come in all sizes, colors, and attitudes, but in the end, we all align together as women. Some women may be envious, bitter, and hostile towards other women, but this is only because we are very well aware of the capacity women have to be so perfect. Greediness is worthless while being part of something perfect.

Although, women are often emotionally unstable and hard to understand; Ultimately, this is what makes us so unique. Being a woman is understanding that we will never be understood. There will be songs, poems, and books that will attempt to decipher us, and they will all fail. It is more powerful to embrace the unknown than to live with the common.

Being a woman is a unique.

Being a woman is a gift.

Being a woman is MY gift.

My ode to being a woman.