wadda wednesday

cranky is not my word.
i've just not mastered the skill
of pretending/ignoring when i'm just ruffled the wrong way.
maybe i should have held it in more,
but i just couldnt,
i had to get away.

i hate the way i'm treated sometimes,
i hate they way people look over my head.
not in the way that i'm short,
but to some, in ways that i cannot measure up;
ways they've conguered.

today is just a very wrong day.
with nothing to make things right,
not even in ways i know how.

i'm at a point where i couldnt care less,
coz frankly, i don't think neither of you do too anyways.
so whatever comes, whatever goes.
i don't care, for nothing.


oh well, my first bike lesson's tomorrow.
woohoo steph.
whatever.
:)