Seriously doubting my ability to do this

It's not even noon and I've already cried off my make-up.

I'm a fucking tyrant who can't control her temper.

My mouth says, "No! Leave things alone!" as if on repeat.

I need out. I need the responsibility off of me, just for a few minutes. That's all.

Deep breath. Carry on. Let go. It's not that important. Breathe.