Dear flying pig,

You could've been a little helpful that moment when my knees were shaking and my throat was dry.
All those people staring.

I was dying of embarrassment.
I don't know what the hell is happening to me but in moments like these I usually don't worry... But unfortunately I have done a lot of clumsy things that made my day... epic.

Luckily, with a guts and a bucket of dignity I managed to smile and tell myself, 'There's always a next time. Learn from what you did, weirdo.'

But still, it could've been helpful if you showed up.
Distractions.
And all that.

Caught up in the middle
I cry, just a little.
- Flo rida, I cry

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Tomorrow is another day.


Sleep tight, pig.
LOVE,