At a time

I can’t handle not being pretty right now.

I want to have my hair done perfectly, my nails manicured, and my clothes clean and coordinating.  I need to feel put together.

But I’m running out of new dresses and I’m short on cash.

I’ve got scrapes up and down my arms from broken ornaments.  That’s the price you pay for Christmas spirit, I guess.

I don’t know where my life is going, but all I can tell you is that I don’t want a life on repeat.  I need something new.

I need to be something new.

June Cleaver does not need to rear her perfectly coiffed head.

I need a win, I need confetti and balloons and fireworks and warm feet.  I need a white horse and I need a trophy.

And I’m running out of time.

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