friday

I was so frustrated at the end of the work day.
I wanted to scream......cause I thought that if I didn't scream then my head and chest would just explode. My thoughts were racing. My stomach was in knots. I had a lump in my throat. I felt restless, manic, frustrated, and angry.
But while I was thinking about how good it might feel to scream like a raving maniac, I also gave some thought to how boyfriend was sitting in my living room, and how it would freak him out if suddenly from the kitchen came crazy, horror show screams.......... I didn't want to freak him out...and I didn't want my neighbors calling the cops.so instead I talked to boyfriend about my day......I cried a little, cursed a lot, and even yelled a little.......................would have felt better I think to be able to scream and scream and scream until I had no screams left.