Tipsy-Turvy

Great weekend, good food, absolutely slammed. I wish I could press pause in life, breathe a bit, because suddenly it's Monday again. I've been doing patterns and that does take away the stress out of making a full painting. Some days I just want to slap glitter paint all over a page and that's it. Start a doodle. Stop. Continue some more. Vent the anger. I'm afraid of a lot of thing. Fear manifests into anxiety. Anxiety manifests into anger. The heat burns and spread. I interpret innocuous messages offensively. I majorly explode over nonsense, and too taken to back down. Bristly, combative. While some of the statements I reacted to were poorly worded, they did not warrant such intense replies. I should get away from messaging services while everything and anything will kindle wrath for no real reason. They catch fire, and now I'm burning. The bridges fray, I know I shouldn't try them. In a couple hours, when the red recedes, I would sit in the glowing ember wondering what's gotten…