I'm craving structure.... And no, you can't eat it.... *sighs at myself*
Let's do a redo.
I'm craving structure. I want something logical. I want things to makes sense. I hate when people just get possessed by raw emotion and lose sight of what's proper. I hate it when people shouts and screams. They're too noisy. I hate to be in crowds. Can't breathe at all. I hate when people nag. I heard it the first time, you know, I'm not deaf. I hate when people gets angry. It makes me mad, too. And right now, I hate me. For hating these tiny little details.
I'm craving structure. Though, I may not be able to fix my house, I could at least pretend it's not broken. I could straighten those weak pillars, hide the mismatched floorboards with carpets, paint the fading colors away and keep fixing up signs of decay. Until everything looks picture perfect again. And I could go on and pretend to be ordinary.
*long sigh*
I'm craving structure. I want people to stay where they should be. To hold still and not cross the line. I want to keep them compartmentalize and away from each other. Because that's where I NEED them to be. Everyone's role is different. In my eyes, it really is. I just want them to stay that way. Because when someone moves out of place. I'm afraid that my little house of cards would all just fall down....and no one could fix it anymore.
Craving Structure
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Bad Storm
no thought, head empty
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