23/3/24 (For you)
So, yeah. I'm angry. At you, right now, and at myself, because what is this, if not a mess of my own making.
The thing is, I was ready. I really was. I was ready to talk. Took a bit to think that decision through.
Ate something. Took a shower. Stopped to really think on it, then went ahead.
So, yeah. I am angry. And frustrated. And at a loss.
At this point I feel like I'm writing for the sake of writing. I wanna be bitter. I want to rot on the inside. To lose the parts of me that make me myself. I want to be mean. I want to be an asshole. But that's not me. Then again, there's so little of me that remains, after this.
I'm going to take another shower.










