What a dumbass
I am...You don't punch things why? Because after words it hurts like a FLIPIN' BITCH! And you have only yourself to blame.
I had to let the energy flow into something else...I needed to transfer it from my body, into another object...
Sometimes I get to the point to where I can't "deal" with myself...How retarted is that?!?! I need to embrace myself, my feelings...But there is so much of them.
I get so frustrated, so pent up...So confused and sad inside...The sadness turns to rage and I begin to shake...
Yesterday was the first day I ever freaked out like that.
I seriously bruised BOTH hands...What a lamo...
My right one, well, the wall beat it up...I for sure didn't win.
It was like a child having a tantrum in a dark room...
Screaming,
crying,
hitting and kicking the wall...
Shoving Gilbert away from me...
Hitting him once in the mix of it all...
Not in the face of course and I didn't hurt him...
Today is loads better...
But change is afoot.
I had to let the energy flow into something else...I needed to transfer it from my body, into another object...
Sometimes I get to the point to where I can't "deal" with myself...How retarted is that?!?! I need to embrace myself, my feelings...But there is so much of them.
I get so frustrated, so pent up...So confused and sad inside...The sadness turns to rage and I begin to shake...
Yesterday was the first day I ever freaked out like that.
I seriously bruised BOTH hands...What a lamo...
My right one, well, the wall beat it up...I for sure didn't win.
It was like a child having a tantrum in a dark room...
Screaming,
crying,
hitting and kicking the wall...
Shoving Gilbert away from me...
Hitting him once in the mix of it all...
Not in the face of course and I didn't hurt him...
Today is loads better...
But change is afoot.