If you all saw behind my mask if you’d still like what you “see”?
I woke up angry.
I woke up sad.
I woke up angry and sad, then became even angrier for being sad.
Emotions, fuck you.
There’s so much I want to say right now.
Instead I did some work when I couldn’t sleep. And now I’m laying here typing this on my iPhone because I must move my fingers or I’ll go insane.
Something bad will happen if I don’t let out this frustration on somethinggggggggg.
This is why I write.
To calm down.
But I’m holding shit inside, so tension in my head is building up.
I want to break things.
I’ve got to stop. This isn’t helping. I’m fine, I’m fine.