Today I drank a beer... or two.
I don't know, maybe it's because I'm trying to control myself again of the anger getting out. Which was too early in the afternoon. Not a good sign.
Why was I angry, I wonder...
I'm bitched out.
Who could understand what I am talking about this time?
Hell, I can't even say what's in my mind. It's too shallow, too small of a thing to even talk about, and yet it's slowly eating out my brain.
Small things can do major damage. And it's already making my head hurt.
I guess I'll look at small pictures of things... and maybe try to analyze each. But what good will that do to me? Will I be praised for seeing it as such? No.
Of course, the creator will be the one praised. And I'm not in it for the praising.
If I do something, I'd like to get a message across, try to find a niche that can see what I mean. Or a small part of it, at least.
Another drink? My head is already on the fritz, yet again.
This is insane.
Seriously, a friend of mine was right. I am getting mad when I see people change around me so quickly.
Make me see good in the change, at least.
I hate this, still.
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