The vast majority of my good cheer
Has been wasted on strangers
I’m grumpy now
Crabby
I think that I am the endearing kind of crabby
The vast majority of my good cheer
Has been wasted on strangers
I’m grumpy now
Crabby
I think that I am the endearing kind of crabby
“wasted on strangers” is a good way to put it. It’s like, sometimes, why bother?
We’re the kindest to strangers but the harshest toward those we love sometimes.
Or could love.
ahaha. I like this because it reminds me of how my poetry is sometimes.
I don’t even know if it’s poetry sometimes. This is just the way my brain spits out words sometimes.
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