Another Uncontrollable Crying Jag
It can't be helped. I'm trying to get everything under control before Katie gets here and then we face the world. That is, the world that will be present at the O.C. Fair. But the urge to release some primal, animalistic scream (as opposed to coolly and civilly typing out rage, frustration, hopelessness, fury, etc. nice and neat as you would have it, in black and white) is almost overwhelming. It snakes up my throat and chokes me, I want to open my mouth and scream until everything shatters into pieces because this PRESSURE and STRESS is crushing me flat and it's not fair that I have to keep it inside. Because one side is right, I am wrong but only to an extent, and that extent is defined only within their rules and why the FUCK do I still have to be abiding so closely to themfoiurw'8hgtohjt3p0vg -
It takes a lot of pressure to turn coal into diamonds. But I don't think every lump of coal subjected to several tons of pressure, over an extended period of time, are transformed into a sparkly, rare, luminous gem. I think the majority of which would be crushed into dust. Worthless specks of dust.
It takes a lot of pressure to turn coal into diamonds. But I don't think every lump of coal subjected to several tons of pressure, over an extended period of time, are transformed into a sparkly, rare, luminous gem. I think the majority of which would be crushed into dust. Worthless specks of dust.