I’m heartbroken.

I’m heartbroken. My spirit is crushed and I hate that feeling. Hate hate hate it. I don’t care. And I know deep down I do care. And I’m just waddling waddling wasting time. Wasting wasting wasting my time. And it makes me feel low and pathetic and useless. And I want to cry. But instead. I sit here. And wait for someone so I can take a break. And then I will cry. And then I will be mad again. And then I will try to be empowered, but cry.


Whatcha talkin' bout Willis?