Shit Happens

It's been a day of emotions and crap. the morning= rough. school= difficult. after school= exciting. night= crap. why is it then when one thing happens, and makes your day, that someone has to pull the rug from under you and leave you on your ass again.

Today in the mirror

Today was one of those days when you know it just won't be right. it started when i woke up this morning. laied in bed for an extra 10 minutes praying that maybe its a dream and i won't have to get up and look in the mirror and see what i try so hard to avoid. well no it wasn't a dream and i dragged myself out of the bed i worked to become me cocoon of safety... and mine. the mirror i pass three just getting to the bathroom. i finally look up. i don't notice the bed hair (that is lasting a year), i look past the puddles of mascara and tears around my red puffy eyes, i hardly notice the planet growing on my chin. what i do see is the pain and the ideas that have so humbly moved into my head. and i don't think they are leaving anytime soon. i see the disappointment, the hurt that i caused or experience. i see the mess that is left of me. my thoughts have been invaded and its hard to see the good.