
i am angry. i am unlovable.
some feelings don’t even knock anymore.they just walk in. make themselves comfortable. sit on your chest like they’ve lived there all their life. and this one—this feeling—i don’t even know when it arrived. i just know it never left.i’m angry. and it’s not the kind of anger that burns quick and then clears. it’s thick. slow. the kind that clings to the inside of your ribs. the kind that disguises itself as detachment. it belongs to my mother and attached itself to me.i’m angry because i’ve had t...