Something in the way
It's always so amusing how I can stir things up when I'm being utterly ridiculous. It's just a response or a bad habit that I've never been able to break. I think it stems from growing up so quickly during high school and how confrontational I was to my parents. It's like I just can't let things go. When things are finally going right in my life and it's all smooth sailing, I just have to fuck things up somehow. And it's not just me saying this. You can ask my parents and they'll tell you the exact same thing. It's like I need confrontation to feed off of. I don't want to, but it's a subconscious thing that just happens with me. Yeah, I need to learn how to control my temper, but like I've been saying for years, a punching bag would work wonders. I can't keep punching the wall.
Whatever.
Whatever.