Little upset are we

This is about being upset. Itzy bitzy easy breezy upset. It is when you stomp your
foot to the ground. It is when you scream. It is when your arms akimbo, you look
dissatisfied and think that it is going to help you. It is like you ate a bad fruit. Ate
something tasting like shit and spat it out saying fucking hell. It is when you turn your
back against the world and swear you never want to see it again. It is to cry your
eyes out in a public toilet, loudly sneezing to you sleeve and can’t stop feeling this way. Angry maybe, possibly, little, more than upset, still the feeling is under control. Apologizing for feeling this way. There there, don’t spoil the fun everyone else is having. There is nothing wrong. Don’t be such a bore, difficult whiner, a demanding bitch. We are having so much fun here and all we don’t want to see will be hidden. Upset, it is when your face makes expressions of grumpy and you look ugly and you are so at mercy of your emotions you can’t help it. It is to be in a bad mood.
Are you pregnant? Are you having PMS? It is when you and only you dare to have the audacity to show negative feelings and express them verbally in a way they happen to come out. Irrationally and humiliatingly and it feels so right, but you are told you are behaving like a child and you are the one to be punished for you outburst.

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