My mind is like a constipated bowel, and my feelings are hardened feces.
There they are, my pent up emotions, my stressors, miseries, and outside battles all swelling up into a massive turd, totally cramping my self conduct and esteem. They sit in the depth of my rumbling bowels, crying to be released from their dark cell. At times they abate, these pains, only to abruptly arise at the worst times: in the middle of an exam, a friendly encounter, a party with many people, during a conversation… Panic attacks, outbursts from the most trivial triggers, crying spells, and overwhelming glooms. These feelings are meant to be released frequently to avoid mass devastation. Instead, they bulk up just to shit all over my aspirations and efforts and motivations. Blasted diarrhoea, just everywhere in my life.