Dynamite.

I can't even begin to type out the frustration that is riddling my body. It taunts me and keeps me awake at night. Frustration feeds doubt and worries into every hall of my brain making me rip out emotions from the chambers of my heart. The blood in my body boils and forms open burns on my skin, exposing the ugly, the morbid. My heartbeat quickens, and the tears become normal.

Time. Time. Time. Time. Time. Time. Time. Time.