I am not a witty person.
I do not have snarky remarks and comebacks stored in my memory.
That’s not me.
It takes me some time to come up with an acceptable response. Sometimes the response comes too late.
And now I am hormonal. The amount of time it takes to cry over something stupid/silly/minuscule/unimportant has been cut in half. As has my overreaction time.
I am a mess. I am messy.
And right at this very moment, I’m covered in blinding hot tears.
Over something that probably seems stupid to everyone else.
But right now, right here? It’s everything to me.
This is me.