There is something in this.

Supression versus integration. I need to get back into that and write about it. So I can figure it out figure out the other facets before they affect me. Deep rooted violent things. Am I unearthing that household temper? Or am I finally just...

I came close.

I also came close to kicking and possibly straight through my door.

But it was only a moment. I walked it off. Rode it and let it pass, I don't need to be holding on to that.

Coincidentally, my brother is being a pissy little bitch today. Mhm. I don't think he's warming up too kindly to the product of supression versus integration.

Too fucking bad.