Bitterness

Sometimes, thoughts just loom up without warning or invitation. My mind seems to be fighting me a lot these days.

Don't think it, but you do. Don't analyse it but you do. It's like a scab that you just keep picking at.

A part of me wants to call him and scream at him.

Instead, I'm screaming on my blog.

If a tree falls in the forest, does it still make a sound if no one is around to hear it?

If I scream on cyberspace, does anyone hear me?