Please just stop

Every time I'm having a miserable day, I keep telling myself that it's going to get better but in the days that follow, I just get proven wrong over and over. I am tired. I don't even know I can't even complete this sentence properly. There is so much anger and despair crammed inside of me I feel like I will erupt and lose it sooner or later. I don't know I don't even know which keys to hover over now. I don't want to cry; it makes my throat hoarse and my lungs feel inadequate.