12,627 Days Alive
Having one of those hollow days.
One of those difficult days. Where smiling feels like chewing glass and laughing wasn’t something I could manage today.
Again, there’s a scream trapped under my breastbone, a burning desire to just scream and scream until all the negative feelings and all the chaotic emotions that are tangled up inside me are vented. Like the steam vent on a pressure cooker.
I’m sure things will be better in the morning.
They have to be.
Take your meds, folks.
Postmark Wonderland 