Today

I’m writing today

Because

My soul hurts

And I know

Because

I made plans and double booked myself. I had dinner twice because I didn’t want to say no

And now my stomach hurts.

I missed the most important thing with the most important person

Because I was afraid of hurting someone’s else’s feelings.

But I fucked up.

And no ones mad

I don’t think

But they should be

I am.

I don’t drink.

I never have.

It’s just not my style.

But I’m happier at a bar than at home

Because

I’m fucked up

And they’re fucked up.

And it’s no ones fault

But I’m to blame

Because

I’m just an emo little shit.

I shouldn’t be.

But I am.

I hope this is just a glitch

And not a slide back