one of THOSE days.

I can't be the only one.
Those days where you wake up

and KNOW it's going to be terrible.
you could bet with confidence it's monday.
all you want to do is curl up and dream.

but you get up.
you follow routine.
you break it just a little.
that last attempt for a good day.

( today, that meant pigtails )

and you endure.

the mask comes on.

solid and painful.

then what feels like years later you're "home".

you breathe out.

you relax a little.

the mask slips a little.

but its too early.

and too late to put it back on.

and it fucking hurts.

that one thing more pushes you over the edge.

craving hugs.

no one.

wouldn't help anyway.

too many masks, too many walls.

cry myself to sleep.

like the "good" old days.