Awash in Feelings

Anger, anger, everywhere... but also sadness, regret, foolishness, guilt, and above all, more anger.

I'm tired of being the sole cause. I will not be the only one to take responsibility. FUCK THAT.

I rant, I withdraw, I bury, I surface, I laugh, I cry, I rage again. This is my life. Welcome to the theater of the emotion. Please take your seat, and be aware that there is not a dry seat in the house. There will be nowhere you can sit quietly outside the storm, untouched and unaffected. I WILL make you feel, I WILL make you angry, and I WILL make you sad.

My life imitates my art so closely these days. I should write some happy fucking songs to pull myself out.