i just sit and stare into space. for, like, 10 minutes.
i get so angry i literally have to yell.
i wish i could be less fiery/passionate/quick.
i want to be smothered with reciprocated love.
i think i suck as a designer.
i “let it mellow.”
i want to move far far away.
i want to move as close as i can.
i feel nothing will ever be good enough.
i wish i could tell my brain to shut up.
…..it usually almost always passes.