13 February 2013

Ventilation

Have you ever thought about the bridges you don't burn and why?

I often do. It's you. You don't need a name because the actions you consist of are name enough. It's the fucking inconsistency. After all the effort – and it was significant – it took to repair things, what do you do? Disappear for a couple of days; why yes, swinging a baseball bat while your arm is still casting is a perfectly good fucking idea!!! How about this hatchet instead?

I'm just being melodramatic. I'm always being melodramatic and overreacting. {Of course} it's overreacting when I make a suggestion based exactly on how you behaved until you finally return with one bottle less. Sarcasm? Of course it wasn't. How could a person that has had A's is English all his life excepting exactly one year possibly be able to read sarcasm in that sentence?

I don't know what I am actually doing in even attempting to salvage anything from this? Oh wait, I'm being dramatic. Right. Why am I not talking this out? I'd punch them in the face and I can see them properly since I have new glasses.

Also, why don't we pass the night playing games and watching shows? In fact, I'll take it a step further. I'll just go ahead and start watching some shows and such. I have a perfect idea for a couple of them.

While I'm at it, lets throw in some asinine – and I mean asinine and juvenile – behavior over pictures of someone that you are smitten with and kicked you in the chest. Lets just to right ahead with that one. "I want to be there for you." After all the bs for days, "Well you didn't give me what I wanted so I didn't give you what you wanted." Are you fucking for real?!

Then to behave as if you have a right to be mad of behave in that way. I'm perfectly fine with handing you a box ofayches since you seem hellbent on burning the bridge anyway. Enjoy that.

/rant

Now that I'm done, I'll just waste more time until the phone charges, then to out to clear my mind.

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