Discombobulated

What I like about Bitterblue is how confused she is, how it feels, to her like everybody else is going crazy. Because she only has these puzzle pieces to try and fit together.  She cant trust anybody, infact slowly, more and more people who are supposed to support and help her are outed as bad guys. 
This is how I feel sometimes too.  She had a small circle of trustworthy friends who she could summon to her side, being queen has its good points. 
Lastnight I had nobody, not one single person I could cry with, or rant at.  I felt alone, like I used too, along time ago.
I did cry, and rant, tho quietly. It didnt make me feel any better. Whats more the person who had made me feel so shit had no idea.  No idea how hurt I felt, how alone.

This is my way, I crawl into my shell and punch and scream silently.
Im tired, forgive my rambling, but blog, you are my only release right now.  I didnt sleep until 5am, and small person woke me at 6.30.  I have faffed about all morning and its going to be along day.