mmph!

I'm miserable.. and upset..
so you better not expect me to be all dandy and cheery.
Unless you ask me to pretend that I'm fine and fake what I'm feeling, you better just take what ever I have to give.
I feel like tiny pins are pricking my heart and I haven't got the slightest idea how to make it stop -- other than not caring, that is.. but it is way too late.
To not care is no longer an option.

I blame you.
Of course.

How frustrating...
Everything is just frustrating.
The circumstances frustrates me.
I'm just frustrated.