I hate not being able to hide my anger and frustrations. I hate that I am an open book. I hate no matter how much I tell myself to "snap out of it", the floodgates just open up wider and stream faster. I hate that people see right thru me in my slightest emotional state. I hate that I have to take walks to brush off the aches. I hate that big chunk of nothing creeping up my throat that makes my eyes well up.
Claudine, it's time to wear back that mask you've put away for so long. No more open books and heart on sleeves. Learn your lesson and build your broken walls.
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