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
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Ramblings of a Medicated Lady: Words of Woe by Loria Taylor
Imagine if I weren't medicated….
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December 24, 2008 at 5:14 pm
poeticgrin
“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.
December 26, 2008 at 12:59 am
Lauren
ahaha. I like this because it reminds me of how my poetry is sometimes.
December 27, 2008 at 1:00 pm
medicatedlady
I don’t even know if it’s poetry sometimes. This is just the way my brain spits out words sometimes.