crappy

what a crappy day. a crappy, crappy, shitty, crappy day.

how far can I trust my instincts and my gut feelings? How much of a risk should or can I take? I am sick of having to answer these questions. Life would be easier if I just ran off into the woods with my family and told everyone else to fuck themselves.

I guess I'd fit in a little better being such a protective mama bear.