It's easier to be angry with V than to remain dependant and needy and clingy. I wish I didn't feel needy and clingy. But I do. A lot of the time.
I wish I could turn my emotions on and off, like a light switch. Wouldn't that be great? I would never be hurt again. I would never be sad again. I would never have to agonise over heartbreak and rage. So I wouldn't feel happiness, or love either. So what? When have I ever felt happiness and love to the degree that I suffer from the pain? I wish I didn't "feel" anything, as I so often claim I could. Do I have problems identifying emotions at times, or am I suppressing them? I do both, I think.
Behind that mask, behind the eyes, there's so much hidden, there are so many secrets unspoken.
Behind the great stone wall of ANGER are the festering wounds no one will ever see.