Where to begin? These emotions drive me insane! To the point I want to stand in front of a train!

I know sounds crazy, right?

They say I’m dramatic; why are you crying? Because my shoes looked ugly, you’ll

Never get it mom!

Girl relax, you look like you are about to pop an eye vessel. I was mad that my baby sister grabbed my colored pencils.

When I would be happy (my favorite mood that would come once in a blue moon)

My heart would race, the best adrenaline.  

I hated this one mood, even the mood would irritate me!

Like, ugh, get away from me. Don’t even look at me.

I remember when I was ten, I was so irritated I threw them the Christmas tree.

I was always fighting, fighting over the littlest things,

But to me it felt like my world was ending.

I am a big crybaby, everyone thought it was so funny...

Theres a picture of me; we were at a party, face red, mouth wide open,

I was hollering, tears running down my face holding a yellow balloon. To this day I wonder why I was so upset; who took the picture? It looked like I really needed you!
Stop crying!

It’s not a big deal!

You’re being dramatic!

You’re too much!