Today, I came here out of pure frustration. To what you may ask? I, myself, barely know the source of this mixture of anxiety and anger. I have a hunch, but it is a possibility that would be more private than public.
Do you ever have beautiful days? Where you wake up, feel optimistic, love the skin you're in, and feel productive enough to conquer the world?
Well, today I had one of those days, and I was smiling from ear to ear. Until a mild incident, in which a normal person probably wouldn't have even thought twice about. But, me being me, I am stuck in this realm of defeat and question.
I did something wrong today, or I did something right?
Man, there are times when I wish I was granted a different personality and mind process for this reasoning entirely. I mean, I can usually shake things off and constructive criticism is something I personally find extremely helpful. But the staring... the short & smirk comments... the movement of eye brows..the expression of surprise and disapproval all in one, I can't do it. And all I can think is why//
Am I innocent?
OR are my eyes deceitful?
*Longing for someone to point the finger and actually say, "You are guilty?"
And if they do, will I deny it?
