it doesn’t dawn on me. or maybe it’s just buried emotions. today though i’m really angry with my ex. it dawns on me that maybe it would all be easier. maybe i wouldn’t feel like the partitions in my brain are crumbling. maybe i wouldn’t feel like the “i got this” facade isn’t just carrion for a “you got nothing” crow. maybe i’m wrong. maybe i’d feel the same or worse. asking for help is as pointless as complaining about it and today i’m angry, filled with anger that has nowhere to go but inward.