Some combination of walking home in the heat, a computer that refuses to be fixed, horomones and my father's unwillingness to let go of yesterday's fight have brought me to my breaking point. Tears threaten to spill over the ridges under my eyes but I hold them back because I refuse to admit that these frustrating moments are worth my tears. It is now that I miss my lover and my friends and who my parents used to be. It is in this moment that I am my weakest. Not strong enough to move on, not strong enough to give in to emotion.
Even now, I feel frustration growing and swelling in my chest as my computer inches along, trying it's very hardest to open a new page for me. This is a drowning feeling, one that does not let up on it's own. In order to stop yourself from breaking you must step away from the point and repair it: a task that I do not find easy.
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