There is no way for me to express my feelings without feeling melodramatic and whiny–or at least without feeling like others will perceive me as melodramatic and whiny (and thus not take me seriously). I try to glaze over it with humor, apathy, or anything else that would dilute the truth of the situation.
But the truth of the situation calls for expression, and that is something I can only suppress for a little while. Expression is a feisty thing, consistently fighting against logic and reason to reach the forefront of my mind. And once it does, I will make music. I will create art. I will converse. I will write.
I will write.
And expression will win.