Maybe it’s being emotionally drained.

Maybe it’s being physically drained.

Maybe it’s the all the hormones.

Maybe it’s the lack of all the hormones.

I don’t know, People. But whatever it is, yours truly is missing a filter as of late.

Who has time {or the energy} for that shit?

My tolerance level is about at a negative .5 and I’m just … over it. No passive aggressiveness. No beating around the bushes here. No unclear lines.

I’m getting right to it. And damn. Does that ever feel good; liberating. Nothing is more reassuring than standing firmly in my own shoes.

Especially ones that are cute heels. Wait. Forget cute. Let’s go with sexy.