Anger

What is it that makes me REALLY angry?

Both sides, now.

Sometimes, I hold back when I write. Or, I don’t write, out of holding back.

The loss of my best friend.

Thinking about fucking. And anger. Mostly, anger.

A realization about my writing.

Thinking about my relationship to fucking, handjobs, blowjobs, and… my father.

I have a LOT of intrusive thoughts.

A parking dispute….

A rough morning.