Apologies for the rants before.
I'm pretty mad. And really frustrated. So I'm sorry for the rants.
Because sometimes there's that sickly sweet, sticky feeling.
And it's just resting there.
On the back of your tongue.
The metaphorical bricks are teetering.
And the wall is crumbling.
And words are the only way to get these emotions out.
So I'm sorry.