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first world frustrations - for m.l.


you are just as frustrating as

expired milk when you just brewed tea

driving an hour in the wrong direction

waiting six hours in the doctor's office

a recorded episode that cuts out the last ten minutes

having no signal when you're trying to call for directions

a car alarm that goes off without a reason

actors with terrible accents

a picture frame tilted slightly to the left

getting stuck in traffic

but despite the constant headache

despite the sense of an approaching dead end

but i can't seem to get enough of you

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kmartin28

I'm Kelsey. Sex positive, liberal, feminist, hot mess, sorority girl, laughs at everything. Sometimes I write awful poetry.

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