Sometimes when I fall under pressure, and can no longer contain the darkness within, it pours out, like millions of bugs that were piled up in a jar and when that jar bursts into thousand pieces they scatter out all at once, dreading out and about going in all directions with no idea where to run but just any place it can hide. And from there it’s utter chaos, and no way I can find the way to clean it up, and be helplessly waiting for the ugly aftermath. That’s how life has been like, and still to this day I struggle with it. I’m sure many people out there will have gone through the same thing. This world is full of broken people, holed up in their jars and when they reach that breaking point all their “bugs” inside burst out.