Sometimes life makes me angry.
I use the word "angry" because I have spent too much time being sad. I'm over the sadness right now. I've got wine, so I'm resting on angry.
I'm angry that no matter how many tears I shed in counseling, I still face the same damn problems outside of the therapist's room (yes, I'm better for it, but pissed that I have to keep working).
I'm angry that no matter how much love I have in my heart, some people won't be open to it.
I'm angry that my daughter may have to feel what I feel one day.
I don't want to ruin my life with continuing to try to be vulnerable with people who don't value it.
I'm done. I'm done. I'm done. I'm done. I'm done. I'm done. I'm done.
