Take your anger off the shelf

Sometimes I get the feeling everything I do is just to make me forget other things.
This house is so cold and empty.
I'm so anxious all the time.
It rained all day today. It bucketed down all over the animals. The donkey was completely drenched and miserable.
Heatherbell, Catnip, Angel and Primrose mooed plaintively under their shabby wooden shelters.
When I got home from work my limbs were stiff and my hair soaking.
I climbed into bed and ate honeydew melon.
I don't know who to turn to sometimes.
I think myself to sleep at night.
There's nothing in my life that I feel completely sure about.
I'm not even nineteen.
My dreams are so vivid they terrify me.