I keep picking up the phone, putting down the phone. Jumping back on the horse, then hiding from the horse.
I’m trying to use all my energy to just get over this feeling, to put the rest of my life first until this sadness dies down. It’s just not terribly easy.
I need to feel good about myself again.
I have my books
And my poetry to protect me;
I am shielded in my armor,
Hiding in my room, safe within my womb.
I touch no one and no one touches me.
I am a rock,
I am an island.
And a rock feels no pain;
And an island never cries.
—I Am A Rock - Simon & Garfunkel
I actually can’t remember the last time I was this angry.