Why am I so forgiving? Why am I so laid back and mellow that I am able to forgive people after countless fuckups? Why do I hold massive grudges against people like the normal person would? Why? WHY?
Fuck compromise.
Sometimes, I just want to yell and scream and curse and punch people and throw shit and light things on fire and break things. Sometimes, all it would take is the littlest word to set me off. Sometimes I want to cry like a big baby and whine and bitch and gripe and moan and complain and elaborate about how unfair life is and how much of a douchebag god can be sometimes.
But I realize, if given the chance, I'd disappear.No one would notice. I'd completely create an alias, get a whole new identity and head east. I'd wear an eye piece and grow a handlebar mustache and smoke a pipe. I'd be known as Nigel H. Bogsley, the florist.
Or..I could simply breathe and count to three.
1:18 a.m. - 2010-03-02
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