It Builds and Builds

[Vermilioncore]

The frustration and horrible feelings of great sorrow, longing, regret, fear, lust and pain continuously build and build inside me. Words cannot soothe this. Writing in my journal only feels cathartic sometimes, but most times it doesn’t work because it feels like words just cannot describe what I’m feeling. Someone has got to invent new words to describe this overwhelming feeling. Words cannot describe it and no amount of coping will make it go away.

At this point I just wish I was either killed or saved and thrust into a world of happiness. I don’t want anything in between.

 

[Deleted member 16530]

You sound hungry?