I'm a mess of a man sometimes, lashing out, angry. I can't control my mood swings from day to day, minute to minute. I spit harsh comments I don't (could never) really mean. I have such little patience with myself and with others, all too often. When there's a railing or branch-like object overhead, I want to hop up and grab it, and just hang on.
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