yesterday was not a good day for me.
It felt bitter.
I wish I hadn't let myself get the best of me.
Sounds nutty but it's a fight between my rational side and my anger, depression and dreadful thoughts.
My trigger was small, yet big.
I blamed, I cried, I wanted to run away.
I wondered why the fuck I was even made.
I hated myself, my life, my existence.
My innermost desire is to be happy.
Yesterday that felt unattainable.
Only for normal folks.
Today is better.
But I'm not me, yet.
A cloud hangs over me.