Sometimes I want to lock it all up. Other times I want to let it all out. Sometimes I can’t keep it in and then as much as I try, I can’t keep it all out.
I’m overwhelmed and then underwater. I want to run away and I want to hide away. I want to forget and I want to remember. I’m tired and I’m tried and I’m torn and I’m tested. But I’m just another whinger. A laughable #firstworldproblem, because the lucky ones have no right to ever feel sad.