The anger from the last few days has exhausted me, emotionally and mentally. I’m sleeping, but not as much as I would like (like 15+ hrs). The house is still a mess and I’m feeling like a slag for not getting it done. Not to prove to my mom that I can but to prove to myself that I can. I just want to curl up in a ball and hide from the world again. I see nothing but manipulation spewing from my mother’s mouth. I hate the anger and yet at the same time it’s safe, I’m safe when I have those barbed walls around me. I wish I could just cuddle Sammy close to me and wait for the end of days, but parrots aren’t exactly the cuddling type, come to think of it, neither is anger.
The Anger Wins Again
14 Sep 2011 Leave a comment
in Books, Random Voidness, When Anger Hurts - McKay