"Some days are gonna be crappsy."

"Some days are gonna be crappsy."

The exact words from the voicemail I just got from my very wonderful boyfriend.

He's right!
The musical just ended, meaning pretty much any of my involvment with musicals just ended (atleast until Introspect this summer) and I am at my wits end. I'm sick of being sick. And I have moods like this, where everything feels wrongand I just need to complain, but I know that it doesn't solve anything.

Like right now. I should be doing some homework. Instead, I'm piss-ily writing this blog post.

The musical's over. My car's broken, again. I'm sick, besides the cancer. I feel "crappsy" as Aaron put it. I hate school. I keep getting upset at the smallest things. I feel like everything I do I hit a wall.

And I should be counting my blessings! Instead I get so upset like this.

Self destruction, I tell ya. Self poison. I am totally aware of my problems, and I know that I should fix them (most of them, like the school one, which is touch and go) but I focus so hard on my own flaws and the things that are out of my control that I just get pissed like this.

So yeah. Some things are crappsy.
Screw this.

Having a meltdown, seems like for the hundreth time,
Taylor May.

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