Because my job is that soul-crushing.
Because I feel like I’m missing a daughter.
Because I’m not pretty enough.
When I realize how self-destructive I am.
When I don’t get my way.
When I really want wine and don’t have any.
Because my baby is growing way too fast.
When I have writer’s block.
Because I’m having a bad hair day.
Because I’m that. fucking. exhausted.
When my loved ones are hurting, really hurting.
Because I have wasted the last two years in an office and now can’t get retail job interviews.
Because my boobs hurt when I run, but I’m too cheap to buy a good sports bra.
Because that student down the hall doesn’t know where his next meal will come from and the lady who works at the store next door just lost her home.
Because I feel fat.
When I get off the phone with my brother.
When I see a snake.
Because I want to stay home and smother my children with love.
On Wednesdays, because not seeing Dustin much during the week hurts my heart.
Because my house is a wreck.