You’re the sweetest thing, but I don’t know why, I’m grumpy all the time.
I’m trying to ease off at work.
Maybe meditate more, maybe get back into yoga.
You’re my sign.
You’ve always been my sign.
My sign posts.
The one person in the world, whom I mistreat the most.
You just asked me to read to you and I said no.
You haven’t had your dinner and I’m so disappointed.
I’m sorry sweetheart.
I wish I could be loving all the time.
Or at least a little more.
Instead of filling you with my neutral / nothing vibes.