i wasted my breath, on words soon forgotten
i cannot for the love of me figure out where all of my anger comes from. i am better at controlling it. so much better! years better. and what a fucking process.
but damn. handling it doesn't make it go away, and sometimes it all just explodes and i feel terrible. i wish i knew another way to express myself. i wish i could drop the intensity. it holds me in its clutches and strangles me until i gasp for breath and scream in its face.
and so, it begins again.
but damn. handling it doesn't make it go away, and sometimes it all just explodes and i feel terrible. i wish i knew another way to express myself. i wish i could drop the intensity. it holds me in its clutches and strangles me until i gasp for breath and scream in its face.
and so, it begins again.