Brain drained juice

by limmie

I started writing about my optimism. But I couldn’t come up w any examples. I wrote about not giving up without trying my best. Yet here I am, ready to throw the essay away.

My cheeks hurt this weekend.
At least two more friends are back this week.

Trying too hard sometimes. I’m turning myself off.

Itz okay Sherilyn!
It will still be a Tuesday πŸ˜…

Lying to myself. What happy day. My cheeks refuse to smile.

It’s time to meet the girls. Or maybe just girl. Sigh, how long do I wait for a movie?

Nope, I’m seeing it as a few minutes more!