Right now.

I feel like rolling on the floor crying.
Banging my fists on the floor.
Pulling hair out of my head.
Tearing down paintings off the wall.
Do I?
No.
I´m a Finn.
How much patience do we have?
Seems like a hell of a lot.
I wish you could be here and give me a big hug.
Pat me on the head and say:
"It´s all going to be ok".
Whoever you are reading this right now.
I need a cigarette.
Then I´m off to sleep.

This is what you usually see me doing.