Friday, January 21

I want to be mad at you.

When I think of all of the bullshit and nonsense, I want to be irate. Keywords: want to be. I can't. I want to talk to you and tell you off and cuss you out and attempt to make you feel a percentage of what I feel. But I can't. I try to think of all the shit that you did that should piss me off. But I can't. When I try, all I can think of is your stupid smile, and times that you made me happy.

I want to be mad at you, but I can't. And God dammit that pisses me off!

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