Yelling at the top of my lungs isn’t solving much. I let it all out. I scream and scream but it’s just empty words. Again, these words spill out but I’m not saying anything. What do I really want to say? What is really bothering me? I… I try to find meaning behind the anger. I try to blame it on you, on everything but myself.
I catch myself telling lies so I can get through the night, through the day, week, month but it never really solves anything. How can I face the truth when I’ve never known it?