angry that i have no real family. they're either dead or estranged. not because i've done anything to them but because they've chosen to be estranged from me.
angry that i go from dead end job job to dead end job.
angry that i don't know how to pursue my passion.
angry that i'm middle class poor.
angry that my friend is really middle class and can have no worries if she wanted to but fucked it up.
angry that i allowed bgf to screw me.
angry that things r without my reach.
ANGRY THAT I HAVE SO MANY DREAMS HANGING INSIDE OF ME AND NO WAY TO GET THEM OUT.
ANGRY THAT I FEEL LIKE MY VOICE IS STIFLED.
ANGRY THAT I FEEL LIKE NOTHING IN THIS COMPANY. NOTHING IN THE WORLD TO ANYONE BUT A HANDFUL OF PEOPLE.
ANGRY THAT PEOPLE DON'T KNOW THAT A PHONE NUMBER HAS AN AREA CODE.
ANGRY THAT I FEEL LIKE CRYING BECAUSE OF MY UNHAPPINESS MORE THAN I WANT TO ADMIT TO MYSELF.
ANGRY THAT WE AREN'T EACH OTHER'S KEEPERS ANYMORE.
I NEED COUNSELING
I NEED THERAPY
I NEED A HUG
I NEED AFROMAN'S NECK KISSES
I NEED HIS HANDS ON MY BODY
I NEED TO SIT ON HIS LAP........*sigh*
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