I'll have that in Venti

 Sometimes I wish I can spend a day just crying. Empty myself out so it doesn't feel heavy. I wish I can discard thoughts like garbage, because it overflows and reeks of smell. 

I wish I can empty myself out. But no matter how much time I spend in solitude, or how much I listen to sad songs, I have no tears left to cry. Nothing. I have nothing left to pour out. 

So this bloated feeling that I have, this uneasiness, is just water weight. A pile of garbage I've consumed over the years, ones I have no tolerance for. 

But I just get on with life because no one accepts excuse letters for garbage collection days. I'll just take that coffee so it hides the smell. 

Yes, I'll have that in Venti.