i haven't felt this way since primary school when the guy whom i had a long bad feud with trashed all my freaking exercise books. or when the bunch of 'friends' set me up to steal half my deck of magic cards which i coughed 50 bucks out from almost nowhere to buy. all that happened more than ten years ago but maybe i remember precisely because of the immense feelings i had in my gut back then.

i guess somewhere along the way, someones bound to fuck you up and its up to you how much of yourself you wanna continue to waste away. i've wasted a few good minutes typing these and a good amount of glycogen stores just thinking about it and fuming. i could already be done with reading my article and be on my way to bed for fucks sake. its not as though i've not tried at all to let this all go and it almost seems that the only way it could possibly end is if i get to beat the beat the living day lights out of him but i will continue to try, nonetheless. if i wait long enough, i may actually just grow to become unfeeling about it...


So is that what you call a getaway?
Tell me what you got away with,
Cause I've seen more spine in jellyfish.
I've seen more guts in eleven-year-old kids.
Have another drink and drive yourself home.
I hope there's ice on all the roads,
And you can think of me when you forget your seatbelt,
And again when your head goes through the windshield.

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