Let Me be Sad

 I dont know where to place this anger. Im not allowed to release it and im just sitting here going insane. I want to hit something until I break my own hand but then I'm just causing more problem. I'm confused why it seems like I'm the one that is being called crazy all the time. Am I?

Update: Yea, I think I broke my hand lol and I've been crying for an hour straight. I cant even remember when was the last time I cried. I'm not crazy. I dont have to be.

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