Webbie On My Hand

"You're a bad bitch."

I have that written on my hand.

It's a last-grasp affirmation before bed so maybe I'll have more oompf and courage when I pry myself from my bed tomorrow morning.

Somehow, I feel like I've been here before. There's just too much emotion, stress, and forgetting between now and the last time. Suppose that puts me at square one.

But it's a new square, and I don't know what's in it. Is that a speck of wonder peering through my nervous depression?

As everyone advises: only time will tell.