I'm having such a day of it. And It's not even half-way through. I'm trying to hang in there but I'm caught on a wave of despair. DESPAIR I tell you!
I nearly sobbed this morning (OK, well, I actually sobbed. OK???). I can't say exactly what triggered it, but you know it was probably building up all this time and overspilled.
Someone reading this is saying "Get over it, V!"
No, I won't. Can you please try to understand me?
I'm tired of flakes, phonies and bullies!
Am I ever that person? I'm going to go out on a limb and say no. I react to flakes, phonies and bullies. So if my reaction to them makes me look like a flake, phony or a bully, well, they have only themselves to blame for it.
It's tough in New York to make friends. A lot of people think because so many people live here, that it's easy to get on with people. But understand that 90% are, yes, you guessed it:
FLAKES, PHONIES AND BULLIES!
I'm so very tired
And I'm feeling very sick and ill today.
But I'm still fond of you.