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| you're moody, which means you're deep & complex, which naturally translates to mosaic hair full of secrets and emotions. |
you wake up and you hate you pillow for existing. it’s such a sycophantic mound of passive aggressive softness, it makes you sick. you're well aware that the previous sentence made no sense whatsoever, but that matters to you about as much as a grain of sand in the sahara desert. your comforter is three-fourths on the floor and the sheet is all twisty and turney at the bottom of your bed. yup, it’s gonna be one of those days.
that whole “make your bed thing?” not happening.
today, you’re moody. and moody people don’t make their beds. moody people wake up in a mess and leave it like that. because they’re moody and they don’t give a shit. pardon my french… they don’t give a stinking pile of crap.
today, you’re allowed to snap at people. today, you’re allowed to feel the rising heat of rage whenever you experience something faintly frustrating, like if your eyeliner plays that “you can’t find me” game (ugh) or a drop of toothpaste falls onto your sink (gross) or that person in the elevator accidently grazes your arm (REALLY???).
today sucks, but you can get over it because you're going to spread the mood.
you’re not a bitch. you’re just moody.
[EDIT: i lied. i would never not make my bed. that kind of behavior is reserved for heathens and pilates instructors.]
today, you’re allowed to snap at people. today, you’re allowed to feel the rising heat of rage whenever you experience something faintly frustrating, like if your eyeliner plays that “you can’t find me” game (ugh) or a drop of toothpaste falls onto your sink (gross) or that person in the elevator accidently grazes your arm (REALLY???).
today sucks, but you can get over it because you're going to spread the mood.
you’re not a bitch. you’re just moody.
moody mudra,
in full effect.
[EDIT: i lied. i would never not make my bed. that kind of behavior is reserved for heathens and pilates instructors.]
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