My yesterdays are all boxed

I'm tired of this bullshit. I'm just tired of it. I thought I was done with it and apparently not. How do I know? It's called the pit of fire in my stomach. It burned with so much anguish this morning, I thought I'd vomit up fire. So much jealousy was ignited inside of me, it dispersed to my chest, fingertips and forehead. I felt numb. I shouldnt though. I should be okay and, if anything, I've done the same to others more than once, but it's a shitty feeling. I guess it's one of those things where it's okay if you do it, but someone else does and causes that reaction, you freak out. I freaked out. I sought after the comfort of Jon in desperation, but he hasn't gotten back to me yet. I got a smack in the face early this morning. Ack. I hate that feeling. I've been realizing things and with that, other things have been flourishing and that makes me shudder. I'm vague? People will read this. I think I should get over that shit. It's okay, I'll talk to Brittany and everything will be okay. It's always okay after I talk to her.

I could be brown

I could be blue

I could be violet sky

I could be hurtful

I could be purple

I could be anything you like

Gotta be green

Gotta be mean

Gotta be everything more...