I get upset. I write instead of cut. I write about how I feel instead of what makes me upset. I believe if you write about the bad things, the feelings lingers. I believe I can write my way out of the shitting emotional pit I fall into, the idea of walking through hell before the devil knows you’re there. 

If I want to say what’s bothering me, I will. If I don’t want to talk about it, I don’t want to give it permanence. Speaking of the ill gives ill mass.

Acting this way makes me appear irrational. Acting this way keeps me solid.