On Days Like This,
I want nothing but being mad.
I want to shout at every single person that passed me by.
I want to throw things away and break them all.
I feel like screaming as loud as possible.
I want to be left alone,
I want to stay hidden.
Sometimes I just don’t understand myself. I don’t understand what is happening right there in the dark spaces inside my head, and I can’t seem to be able to control myself.
But at the same time I hated myself for it. I don’t want to be in this state.
I know that all human have the liberty to choose. To choose to stay happy or decide to be annoyed. To be sad or to be strong.
But what can I do, when my head felt like it’s going to be split into two, one with conscience and one with blunt instinct.
On days like this.
I decided not to do any of the actions I listed above.