I ran through the grocery store looking for a spot to cry, then got bored and picked out a drink

I am mad at him because he loves me / I am mad at him because he doesn’t love me / I am mad at everyone because I am mad at myself / I see myself as I am and am disgusted / one part of me thinks I am pathetic thinks I am a joke thinks I am very cliche / another part of me cannot stop keeping this up / wearing what I wear / acting as I act / stitching the tears in the fabricated version of myself / another part of me is afraid, so afraid, that it wants to run into corners and hide and hide

(No I don’t edit my writing)
(Why would I edit my writing)