And today my dears is one of those days.
I want to drop to the ground and kick and scream until my face is bright red and I feel better. I want to stamp and stomp and throw my arms around until it all goes away. I want someone to placate me with gifts and lollies and a midday nap. It’s not even that anything has gone that terribly wrong. It’s more like the pebble in your shoes type of thing that builds and builds until you want to chop your own foot off. Or is that just me.
Don’t you think it would be lovely. Belly to the floor flailing my arms about, kicking the toes of my shoes into the floor. And I know it is a punishable offence. But I don’t care. Today I don’t want to be a grown up. Pitching one seems like so much more fun. Cathartic, you know.
Suger 
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