I felt so good after the first time I said everything that had previously been going unsaid (due to me being a downright puss else trying to keep the peace), I think it’s high time to attempt to unwind from the stress monkey that I’ve become again.
No, I do NOT need to chill out or calm down. People need to stop being assholes.
I know I don’t matter to you, but I matter to me.
I feel like a prisoner. And I’m claustrophobic.
I am too exhausted to contribute positive, creative things to the world. Sorry, world.
I wanted to tell you something. Not that I was particularly proud of it, but I wanted you to stop me. I wanted you to give me a reason why, because right now, you could be reason enough.
Is it so wrong to just want a little bit of happiness, and to take it any way you can get it?
I’m tired of being afraid of you being capable of doing terrible things. I hope my prayers that you use that energy for better things — even and especially if they don’t affect me — work.
You’re not confused.
Girls can still win pissing contests, assclown. All I need is the right strategy to give you the smackdown. Believe me, I’m working on it.