Me too, me too, me too. When I feel like crawling out of my skin, I usually cry a little and feel like hell, but I make an effort not to dwell in the feelings, as it always makes me feel worse. I write something or Skype/call/message a friend, or workout, or sit in a parking lot with a close friend and laugh about how pathetic we both feel, or watch a funny T.V. show, or listen to soothing music, or read a poem, or take photos, or paint, or journal, or cuddle with my dogs. I do anything to not let myself dwell in anger (as hard as it is) or else it devours me.
Meghan Collison, Hanne-Gaby Odiele, Anniek Kortleve & Mae Mei Lapres by Steven Meisel for W September 2012