I am just in the worst mood. Probably pms. Doesn’t make it any less. I don’t want to see her face around anymore. It makes me irrationally angry. It’s irrational only when I deny the reasons why. Insecure insecure insecure. Unhappy. Not making changes. Stuck. I worry about the amount I worry and complain. I don’t want to seem like I’m always negative, it feels like I am. Searching for something wrong always. But it’s real and valid. “I hear ya” makes me mad. You don’t you don’t. I don’t want the bubble to burst. I don’t want the dream to end. I must confess these unhappiness.