Splashing Water On My Face
Life presses down gently but firmly, its hands enormous and dry. I try to be strong but, you know, sometimes I buckle. Sometimes I just buckle and pout and fling my arms around like boo hoo I went to private school I deserve better! The buckling, the entitlement, I’m pretty sure it’s a genetic thing so it’s not really my fault. It’s like how I can roll my tongue and I’m morbidly obese...