I am easily irritated. I scowl, roll my eyes and bang cupboards harder than I need to. Everything anyone says is wrong. Small talk just pisses me off. I don’t think I should have to tell people how to help me, how to navigate my sorrow and rage. 

I am being a bitch, I know, but I can’t help it and I don’t care. 

Spring is a slap in the face. 

 

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