The Bloggess talked about it. Hyperbole and a Half talked about it. I personally spent YEARS (sorry no link, my livejournal is private for a reason) writing about it.
So how come I can't admit it now?
Running around in my head is "I'm too old to act like this. I'm too old to act like this," when I'm slamming doors and crying in the dark. When I'm digging my nails into the palms of my hands in order to feel something so I'm not hyperventilating over life. When I'm just a mess.
I am just a mess.
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