and it's monday

and i wish it wasn’t. i have mosquito bites on my arms and legs and feet and face. i am feeling the effects of this routine and waiting game. and the disappointment factor. why is it that we always think that we have to just settle? why do we think that we have to tolerate the worst? we never should have to tolerate anything. we shouldn’t ever need to rush. why can’t we just give ourselves the time of day? why can’t you give me the time of day?