Sorry seems to be the hardest word

You know *the* moment. That moment where you have bottled up your frustration to the point where all you need is that ONE push, ONE drop on a coin and BOOM!!!

Annihilation, thy name is Whitney.

Yes, I know that game. I also know the OMGWTFBBQ! that follows. I lost it, I don't know what happened, the previous few seconds between the sound of the coin drop and now becomes a blur, a void of clarity. I woke up staring into the horror in the eyes of the innocent bystander – usually someone close enough to me that I am comfortable showing my true self to, someone I trusted enough to know they wouldn't run away when they see my true color spilling out to darken the world.

Still, the horror in their eyes frightened me. I'm afraid they would run away, as far as they can, from me. I'm afraid that they would fall to pieces in my own hands.

Or perhaps, I'm afraid that it won't matter anyway; this is just another story to tell.

I'm going mad. I'm going crazy.

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Note: This entry was disrupted midway. My train of thought has left the station.
Yes, the problem with being me; I lack short-term memory, have no attention span nor do I possess any hint of patience.