It is only a tiny bit uncomfortable, this situation of mine. At least when I view it with the world in mind. Feeling pent up is no way to live. Something’s gotta give. It used to be my temper, now it’s my well-being, the end I’m not seeing. No light at the end of this never ending tunnel I want to pummel the frustration right out of me. This is no way to be if you ask me which you didn’t but I’m telling you anyway. I hate it when I stray. From the positive. It’s no way to live.