Despite my best efforts.
In times of crazy, I fail.
I fail to keep everyone around me whole – and that kills me.
It eats at me.
And I hate it because I hate letting down those I love.
I’ve been struggling with this all week. A month in the making when the fact I can’t keep it all together came crashing down making it worse.
I wish I had a time-turner (for Harry Potter fans) – so I can fit more into a day. I wish I could just say fuck society and structure life like I want it. I wish I could get paid to do what I get done vs punching a clock and playing fucking games at work.
But reality and want are different things.
I wish they were not.
I don’t want to hurt anyone I love. Inadvertently or not.
But sadly, my cape is not around – and I cannot always be wonder woman. No matter how hard I try.