cherry

"I am so fucking grumpy when I am hungry. Really, you don't want to know me when I'm like this. The smallest things piss me off."

Always so down about yourself. I'm not going to sit here and tell you how you should or shouldn't be because we are what we are, but I get the feeling that you aren't able to take comfort in your general . . . uncomfortableness (ugh, making up words . . . ). Hell, even taking comfort in the "safe" things. The fragile things.

This comment will get lost as the entry is a few days old, but whatever. People who are aware of what it means to be alive, to be in this bloody and beautifully twisted world can accept a grumpy mood now and again. You can't be perfect. I sure as shit can't. So, I continue on and find comfort where it lies. Even if it is something "bad".

The more I write the more I feel I am taking this too far. Diving too deep. That's fine too. But now I need to smile and laugh and be happy that sometimes, just sometimes, a relative stranger gets moody as all hell when hungry. Just as I do.