I’m not sure why I’m posting this photo. Perhaps I’m angry at my dad. Perhaps I’m angry with Hamlet. I’m feeling red. All this confusion, madness, anger… perhaps I’m angry with myself. 

Why can’t I be?

My father thinks I’m stupid, I lost my lover —literally and figuratively since he’s a supposed mad man and he now hates me (He humiliated me at that play .. I can’t say I didn’t deserve it though..I understand why he hates me so much) …

I wish I can fix everything. make it all go back. I don’t know what Hamlet’s thinking. First this random play mocking his sweet sweet mother..she married his uncle out of love..why can’t Hamlet understand this?

Anger. All this anger I can’t release .. I’ll just hold it in.

As usual.  

(via areyoukittennme)