• Weariness, witherings, tarnishings

    by  • July 1, 2011 • * Safe for Work *, Resentment • 0 Comments

    I almost broke down and talked to you the other day. I wanted to give you my number so I could yell at you for violating me. I have such a wicked temper and you’re the only one who can bring it out, that’s for sure. You’re the only one who would push me that far.

    As I recall, I’m still paying you back in spades for the last time.

    But back to the lesson at hand… You had no right to do what you did. None. Don’t think I’ll forget it.

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