Stuffing My Feelings

I am out of control. Feeding my feelings has been a habit I've cultivated as long as I can remember. I know all the right things to do that will bring it to a halt. Or at least make it go on vacation. I couldn't care less about doing them these days. This kind of behaviour makes my self loathing go right off the scale. It also makes me avoid blogging because it is so wretchedly human that it ranks up there with things you leave in the closet.