This jealousy. Darkness. What putrid qualities to possess.

Shame to accept one of your own. It’s a shame. Anger at others is like putting poison in your coffee and consuming it.

I can feel the anger and frustration in my body and in my breath. Darkness you stupid old friend. Please don’t consume me again.

I refuse to sit here and wait for things to take over. Feels like it’s been so long, it’ll never be over.

I am my own enemy. Pulling and pushing at my own self. Why do I need to conform to my own patterns.

Life swirling and deceitful ways. I am the calm. I am the pain. I am the anger. I am the release.

I wanna rewire. Reconfigure. Reinstall myself.

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