whoa

who pushed the shit button?
who so inappropriately stacked these boxes in the closet so that they would all crash on my face when I opened the door?
it was most likely me.
it's my life.
i'm the only one to blame.

just when i think i've got it together.
maybe i'll never have it together.
maybe fucked up is in my genes.
i think i know the answer to that.
i'm frustrated.
tomorrow may be fine.
but that doesn't fix today.
or me.
what is my problem.

my illogical solution is to run away from home.
take to the road.
see the world.
lose my cell phone.
my internet connection.
my facebook page.
i know that's a senseless thought.
but a girl can dream.

for now i'll just keep doing what i do.
i'm sure tomorrow will be just fine.
i'm probably being dramatic.
overreacting.
judge me.
i'll care less as this day progresses.

until tomorrow.
when the world is a brighter place.
hopefully.