The Drowning Truth

Sitting alone on the edge of my bed, a hot, suffocating rage burned through my chest, and the worst part was that I directed all of it squarely at myself. That girl had no business mattering to me, yet she did, and the sheer helplessness of it drove me up the wall. My skin crawled just acknowledging how impossible it was to tune her out, even when I forced myself to try. Morning, noon, and night,