the splitting tension

sometimes it's history that haunts you.
it's history that comes gnarling at your insecurities.
i've been pretty unsettled today.
no thanks to conflicting stories.
It's hard to stay cool and level headed, especially when u love a person so much.
i've always prided myself as being practical, cool, secure girl.
u know, not the sobbing, freaky kind.
but sometimes, love reduces you into a maniac.
yeah, the freaky kind.

and mum's making things even better with her constant nagging.
why cant she just fucking understand?
because, really, i would absolutely love to do better for cts.
supposed to be home by tmr 6.
which is absurd.
annoyance.

bloody j1s. bloody nagging. bloody you.