Strike. Now set them up.
Why did today have to be such a disaster?
I did absolutely nothing that warrented that kind of behavior or treatment.
Try to attempt to hit me again, you know what happened the last time.
i made you bleed, you contemptuous piece of 'the blob'.
You're the 'adult' and I the 'child'.
You're so full of fecal matter you have it coming out of your ears.
I hate fighting, instigation, and antagonizing between people.
I may have said something I regret, but tonight we feast.
It's principal over matter.
Somethings can be replaced, but the love and effort cannot.
No one ever seems to understand what the fuck I'm talking about.
It'll do me more good to talk to a brick wall, rather than a human.
I'll at least get to finish talking uninterruptedly.
And my feelings won't be hurt repeatedly.
Yet, no matter what I do it seems as though this unrelentlessly follows me.
It haunts me.
Day and night.
It makes me ill.
I can't sleep, I can't eat.
It only upsets me more and more.
And it continues to get worse.
P.S.-
I love you.
More than I could ever dream about or wish for.