Yesterday, I woke up to the beautiful sound of birds chirping in the trees.
...Okay, so I woke up to my alarm.
But there were birds chirping in the trees, so I wasn't totally lying.
It doesn't matter how I woke up. Just know that I did. And when I did, I looked out the window, and it looked like this:
It was beautiful. It was sunny. It was the kind of weather I wanted to marry for time and all eternity and then live happily ever after because a man could never compare to that kind of exquisite-ness.
Today, no birds welcomed my return to consciousness. No, the birds were all dead. Smothered. Tortured and ruined.
Well, maybe not quite. I don't know where they went.
But for all intents and purposes, the birds were not chirping.
So I looked out my window, and it looked like this:
So then I looked like this:
But I was willing to deal with it. I was willing to forgive the fates for hating me. I really was. I'm a forgiving person. I don't hate.
...Until I saw this:
Then my emotions were raging in a violent swirl of darkness.
So I decided that I was emo enough to write poetry.
Here it is:
Ode to Crappy
You suck worse than anything
In the world.
I hope you die.
And just so you know,
when you do
I won't even come
To your sucky funeral.
Because you suck