In general, today was quite shit. (Or more accurately yesterday, since it's already past 12.)
Plans got cancelled last minute, I called you up & you were nearby, thought you'd pop over, say hi. Ploughed through Uni stuff, with Mom's blabbering echoed in mind, realized choice by interest is blind. Bookmarked facs with a bit more promise, included Acc, Law, effing Medicine, head was pounding & had to head to work. Dialed your number, the phone rang, you didn't pick up, I left a message. Called back, said you were busy, you sounded happyily at dance, so a fraction of me was glad. Changed, the polo felt so huge, hair so messy, eye so sore, forced on some makeup, to cover up the flaws. Wouldn't even mention the things that went wrong at work. Got home, just waiting to hear your voice, & I had to screw it up. So perhaps, it all comes down, to being my fault once again.
I always tell myself to SLEEP EARLY, because I do nonsense online at night when my eyebags should be getting their therapy. But things happen.
