She Looked Like She Didn't Care

At any moment you have a choice to let a train of thought drag you into self-loathing and your next therapist appointment, or you can just let it go.

This weekend, thank god I chose letting go.

The urge to kick someone or nail yourself to a cross will still be there, but there's a sort of wonderful and perverse satisfaction from thinking about what a bad bitch you are when some force is trying to convince you otherwise.

So bring it on, bitches; I'll just smile and let it slide.