“Well if we take all these things and we bury them fast
And we’ll pray that they turn to seeds, to roots and then grass
It’d be all right, it’s all right, it’d be easier that way
Or if the sky opened up and started pouring rain
Like you knew he was trying to start things over again
It’d be all right, it’s all right, it’d be easier that way”
I am angry. I am angry at everyone, and I am not sure how to process it.
I am tired of the crazy. I am so exhausted from letting it take root in my brain, allowing it to live, even when I know I should be killing it. I am just so angry, and it’s so deep inside me that I can’t easily purge it and move on. My body has taken on the quiet silence that only true anger can bring, and I just want to…sit. I just want to push away every negative person, comment, energy, and fiber. I want to hole myself up in my happy little bubble with my boyfriend and my cat, and just sit.
I am so angry.