I’m just a big ball of emotions:
waves that are uncontrollable,
a hurricane that’s unstoppable,
a pen that’s unusable.
Am I really that bitter towards the people I love?
Am I a trouble-child that doesn’t love herself and much as I thought?
Why am I ranting when literally no one reads this?
But it’s fine, we’re all fine, I’m fine, you’re fine, everything is okay.
We’ll deal with it morrow and go forth of night.