it kinda felt like there was this unnamed cork on my bottle of emotions, and it was getting so full that i was about to explode. So this insanely irritating experience was understandably frustrating, so it's like it was an explosion, but a justified one. Not the most graceful or healthy way to take care of my problems, but hey! It's worked so far! Lol! I kinda want to die! If talking to someone is the healthy way of uncorking the bottle, then when you put the corkscrew into the cork, it's this painstaking process that is the equivalent of finding someone willing to dig all the way into the cork, enough to get the damn thing out. Sometimes, you find someone who digs in halfway through and manages to get a small part of it out, and you think they're helping so you push all of your emotions against the cork to get it to come out but in the process, you just shatter the glass. Because like your resolve, it's incredibly fragile. And when the glass shatters, the shards slice at you and break your skin. The emotions aren't always bad. Maybe you're really happy and you need someone to share it with, but not having anyone to share your happiness with might not seem like a big deal until you have all this happiness for yourself. And you start to wonder why it's there in the first place, why others can make you happy but you can't do the same for them. And that's when you get lonely and explode. That's the worst kind of explosion. Because when all the happiness escapes, it's poisoned. It's sadness now. It's the rarest kind. Anyway, what am i doing? It's 8:30 on the night before valentine's day and im sitting here writing a metaphor about how a corked bottle can represent "bottling up" your emotions.
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PuisiThis is a collection of some of my old poems, short stories, and other writing that I created a few years ago, while I was going through a really rough patch in my life. I wanted to publish it back then, but this is the best that I can do for now. E...
