too.much.baggage.

i'm angry.

not just a little bit angry, i'm livid.
to start things off, i'm unbelievably mad at myself. for everything. for what i have put myself through. for all my 'patience'. for everything i've done, and the things that i haven't.
i'm beyond tired, and i'm carrying way too much baggage.
i'm annoyed, and i'm sick of complaining. but i do, because there is no other way of venting. but i only vent to myself because no one is willing to listen.
if there was somewhere that i could go, and never see anyone again, i'd go there in a heartbeat.
i just don't care anymore. i've had enough.

i'm ready to say good bye.