Deep In the Pile.

Deep In the Pile.

What a gross morning.

I yelled a lot this morning.

As I’m yelling, I know I shouldn’t be yelling, but I yell anyway.

It’s like I can’t stop myself.

I know I can, but I don’t. And it’s gross.

It’s gross because in the moment I feel so much better when I’m yelling.

I feel better, but whoever is at the other end obviously does not.

And that’s gross.

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