Anger is a scary thing, but it comes out a lot because of all the pain. I sometimes wish it wouldn't come out, and I don't even know my own name and it's hard when there's not someone to blame, when it's the pain I put on myself when I chose to forget my own name. I wish this wasn't such a difficult game.
I wish I wouldn't have a broken water main. I wish things could have freaking stayed the same when I was little and didn't care who came, there was always a smile and laughter on my face, where did that phrase go? Where did that confidence go? Where did that cuteness go? Where did that laughter go. I wish I could say I do, but I just don't know why all the joy chose to go.
I wish I was such a big fat bro, but a big fat cuddly sheep with a wooly coat, I wish I didn't spend my days stuck in the moat with a freaking boat that doesn't even float. I want something with a much warmer coat.
That's my vote.
Sometimes it feels like sadness and anger take the cake, even though I'd much rather have a giant piece of well done steak or a high-calorie nice big chicken bake, something that I can't yet make, but I'm hopeful and I know one day, I will be able to make more than just a dry piece of cake.
Always stay strong!