Angst.

[kittywiskers]

I think I need a mechanic. Human repair-people don't seem to be putting me back together the right way. Just more verbal about what bugs me and that doesn't do anything good, either. Now when I get upset it doesn't matter that it's in the open instead of tucked inside. It still gets ignored. Only with the use of harsher words and more guilt on all sides. God fucking damn it.

*sighs* I don't feel like a child anymore. Everything including me is too damn serious now. It makes me sad.