waste
oh my, my, am i really this unstable, moody, that i could change up these thoughts that compete so swiftly and make them disappear as soon as they came? they give me no warning, never did they, never will they, and strike up good conversation, but not the cocktail party conversation. i am nothing less than highly irratated. what is the point of all the time spent for it to lead to this frivolousness and injustice on the party for which i share no common interest? my cruelty surfaces because it has been awhile, since i have been so wronged to keep it to myself in this stupid window of time, the window of time in which everything mean showed, pulled back, and then fucking showed again. it, for me, never left and i still feel. oh god, please dont think me weak.
i would never admit this, however.