//// Kitchxn-witch

Some days are harder than others because I can't understand how I'm feeling. My day can be going well and one slight moment can change the mood entirely. I'll be happy in the joy of company and the next I'm thinking about how I'm fat and everyone in the room hates me even though I know they love me. I didn't ask to be burdened with these feelings, thoughts, and actions. I can't help that all I want to do some days is lay in bed and cry while listening to The Smith's because I feel like Steven Patrick Morrissey is the only man who will ever be able to understand why I am the way that I am. But while some days are harder, there are some days that are easier. I don't give myself enough credit for the good days, for I've learned to be more heavily burdened by the days that weigh so heavily on my shoulders.