Venting.
I watched a friend go through an anxiety attack today. Again, I felt complete sympathy and a sense of guilt because I couldn’t help. I understood, as I could relate.
With this, I thought, maybe I could let go for today and concentrate on my work without having the word “disappointment“ resound in my hearing range.
Of course, this was promptly nullified when I got in the car after school with my mom.
It was another one of those days where I would feel the sting and tightness around my eyes from tears lingering for hours. It annoyed me incredibly to think that I was so weak and that I should be used to this by now and yet there’s still this weight on my person.
Why is it so hard to hold back the tears when you are so frustrated?
…Anyway, I don’t understand why I’m writing this. I suppose it just lets me vent my momentary frustration. Forgive me for I am currently not myself.
