Jealousy's My Suit
The world breaks your heart every day.
Sometimes, I wish I'd been given a tougher hide, and a stronger backbone. A worse memory, so that letting go wouldn't be so hard. And a better person, so that I'd let others be happy without me. But I'm not.
We just brush ourselves off and ignore the grass stains. Pick ourselves up and patch the scrapes to move on.
(Because I have you and you have me, and everyone else can metaphorically go have carnal relations with themselves.)
uncomfortable!!!!
aggravated
giddy