Constipation

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.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s