Keywords incite wrath within me.
Certain scents in the air sicken me.
The look in their eyes frustrates me.
All the small things damn me.
I don't need this baggage, and I certainly don't appreciate it being hung on me,
cleaving to me and clawing inside.
I want to fall away from this, or have it fall from me. I'm losing this fight consistently.
I can't get a hold of myself, and I loathe the negativity that burns from this awful sensation.
I just want to know that it'll be okay. Because it will, but I need to hear it first..
Dammit.
