don’t try to make sense of this one. trust me.

Would it be so wrong of me 

to want to smash all the plates in my apartment 

and scream and cry at the top of my lungs at midnight?

because everything is becoming too much 

and this raw ball of emotions in my stomach 

is starting to grow stronger each day

to the point that I'm not sure what will happen when it bursts

(j.a.s.s)