I quite often wish that I could just let it all out - the frustration....the anger and sadness. To yell, scream and smash things until there's no energy left....to crumble in to an exhausted but satisfying sleep at the end of it.
But I can't - it's all stuck inside and it doesn't know the way out. So it stays with me - deep inside. And it goes fetal. Feeling safe in it's knowledge that I'll never abandon it - we've been together too long for that.
I can't go postal - I'm to busy going fetal.
