Today

I know well enough to believe that if I keep repeating “it doesn’t matter”, this halting anger I have inflicted onto myself will stop altogether and I will finally get the peace I think I deserve. There won’t be any time for grief, or anything else. It doesn’t matter if this disappointment is greater than everything else seems because of my want for it, It doesn’t really matter if I pronounce ‘dance’ the right way , it doesn’t matter if my ankles hurt after running, it doesn’t matter – that is what really matters. So it shouldn’t matter that this isn’t all that I’ve expected and what I have sought after for and get nothing. It doesn’t matter because it’s okay, I try to say that to coerce everything I currently am angry or passionate about.

It doesn’t matter

It really doesn’t.

...and everything's perfectly fine.