Clover

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The rest of that night I layed on the floor, pulling the sheets down on top of me. Mainly because I was having a huge hot flash as my eyes pulsed in my head. Massaging my temples I convinced myself many times not to go back out there because if I did all would follow would be my mind fighting for words that I would just end up screaming obscenities that wouldn’t get my point across.

When I was angry I tended to not be able to focus on my main point and just go off and for some reason once I’m up there it’s hard to come back down. Which why being angry wasn’t really an emotion I tried to practice. I normally release in intense sarcasm or avoiding it all together.