It's early morning.

I am angry.

I am frustrated.
I am effing livid.

for so many reasons.

i am selfish. tired. sick of the noises coming from my fan. sick of myself. sick of not understanding myself. sick of falling into the same trap inside my head.
straight up sick.

i fumble a pill between my fingers...
and i hurt. because of all of the desires i have building up inside me.

i want to change the world. to stand up for myself. for other people. for the children. for the abused. to say that i genuinely care. to rock and to shake the comfort. to live further than the words. to say that i am a part of something better.

but here i am.
angry.

and yanni uses way too much synthesizer in his music.