Today, it is Friday
but it feels more like Tuesday.
Like, I’m already dreading waking up tomorrow.
How it feels like the world and everyone in it is moving in slow motion.
Like, how am I going to endure these upcoming days?
Lately, every day is Tuesday.
Every day is Tuesday,
and I am Monday.
The saddest day.
That classic combination of exhaustion and disappointment.
Of not knowing,
never knowing,
what could possibly come next.
Today feels like Tuesday, I am Monday, and I wish I could be more like Saturday.
The best day of the week.
Relaxed
Free
Certain
Today is Friday.
It feels like Tuesday.
Maybe it’s because I’m so Monday.
I wish it was Saturday.
I wish I was Saturday.
•Brooke Elizabeth•
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Brooke Elizabeth (
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- Published: January 15th, 2022 00:16
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Comments1
A good write for this Tuesday E. lol. I dunno what year it is, let alone what day!
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