I'm a bitch

I am. I have no problem addmitting it. I'm not in a happy place in my life right now. I just wish people could understand that. When I am miserable I want to make everyone around me feel the same. it's destructive. I know. But sometimes I don't care. Have you ever had one of those days when you just feel like being mean?
( For D )

Some times I just want to be left alone.

Poem

I wrote this in November after a lit class in which we were talking about Petrarchan love conventions. *feels like a geek*

They say beauty is what pleases the eye.
Epics are written praising this and that;
Flowers, women, the scenery.
There is more.
There is beauty in the dark,
Red blossoms on pale skin,
The shade of a bruise,
The movement of worms feasting on flesh.
Beauty holds true.

I like it.