Who gives a fuck?
I’m tired. Cake after dinner?
Who do you think I am, Betty Crocker?
Get a handle on things. I’m burnt. I’m sad.
You’re worse. I know. But there’s no room for normal.
Move aside. Yeah. Seems pushy. Is pushy. Is frustrated. Fed up.
Is tired. So tired. Is me, that so very small part of me that doesn’t want to give up.