sometimes.
i wish you'd just shut up.
because you make an avocation of discharging lethal verbiage. they know my weaknesses, defects, emotions.
they know just where to scar.
no one reigns supreme over you.
my compliments.


i'll give you the benefit of doubt; to suppose you hold my best interests as a priority.
so i apologise. for the disappointment i bring, the anxiety that is left unconsoled, and the care that goes unnoticed, unappreciated.
im sorry that i am blinded by bitterness, resentment, and (typical teen) angst.
i have yet to learn to swallow my pride.



but its ok. theres not much left. you will soon be extricated (or was that last line too overdramatic?).