Tupperware

i've had my shortcomings. makes me want to go back in time and read the lines. find the motivation why i find myself in this place.

but it has become worst.

my nasal cavity dripping like an open faucet, my temperature flip flopping like a gate of transistors and my respiratory system almost coughing out blood.

why can't i explain something that is correct when i'm not confident?

even though appearing confident is the last thing i can do when my lungs are bursting out.

honestly i just want to get through it. obviously i can't defend it well when i want it to end the moment i started. my fault, yes. but don't trample over my soul.

makes me want to lash out at this tupperware skin.

rage. one fist. buried in your hernia.