The Bloody Doors Off

I’ve been emotional lately.

Panic attacks on the daily.

No discernible triggers. Just little things.

Or in this particular case, the absence of a little thing.

It’s not like I am/was blindsided.

I’m honestly surprised it’s an issue at all.

Yet, it stings.

No, I’m not gonna discuss it here.

You don’t need to know everything.

And it honestly is nothing.

It shouldn’t fucking matter.

It doesn’t fucking matter.

So why is my nose bent out of joint?

Goddammit. I hate this.

I’m gonna watch All Of Us Are Dead.