i am not doing anything to solve the predicament i am in, and yet i am feeling so angry about it. i am so disgusted with myself, for only complaining to any pitiful ear that is ready to listen.

i've ran out avenues to rant, to complain. i want to be home - a place where i can get angry as much as i want and still be forgiven for it, a place where i can shout and scream and still be tolerated for it, a place where i can be myself - happy or sad, nice or bad.