Out of sheer frustration, I find myself staring at the ceiling counting the popcorn up there... The anger phase has almost passed, yet I can't seem to find the "inspiration" to write anything to try and feel better.. I would much rather take a knife to the couch or a pillow, however, I know what kind of mess that will leave to clean up, and of course it will be me doing the clean up. Not so much fun.
So instead I sit here trying to stay calm and keep breathing normally. I hate the fact that I allow someone to make me feel so angry... Not one of my better days.
So far... Nothing is working.
Any suggestions?
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