I hate this.
I want to cry.
I am angry.
But I don't know why.
Burning eyes.
Sweaty Palms
Hell, even Sweaty feet
Everything is getting on my nerves
Everything (and everyone) is annoying (me).
YOU ARE READING
Musings of a 'holic.
PoesíaMusings of a child who, some days, wants to die, and other days, is content with life. I write when I feel like it. So, it might have a lot some days and other days it's stuck.
