with my time machine
i'd go back in time and -
put on a warmer jacket
study dilligently
take back those silly things i never meant to say
reply my dad's emails
get off my ass and clean my stupid room
bitch less, appreciate more
declare loudly,
proudly:
"i love you,
mom
dad!"

&
maybe then
i won't feel like such
a
selfish,
stupid,
daughter.

sundays
are horrible because you spend the entire day thinking about the fact that tomorrow is
monday
and it takes all the willpower in you to even get out of the freaking bed
oh, how i dread them
mondays
but i manage to sail through the week
french
english
math
law
accounting
chemistry
geography
and then
it's friday again.
(thank god)