My secret land

I can't sleep, I'm not even tired. Fucking ridiculous.

Usually I read when I'm like this, but I can't concentrate.

I feel like a big girl, with my big girl plans and responsibilities and fucking saggy breasts.

I hate it all.

I hate everything so much.

Where does this anger come from?

This rage that always simmers at my core?

I'm like the fucking Hulk, you wouldn't want to make me angry, cause when I'm angry I cry.

And it's awkward and gross and no one wants to see that.