i can barely look at you, but every single time i do.
you couldn’t possibly make this any harder for me. i too, wish i had a longer fuse for you to blow, but i don’t. i don’t enjoy flaring up at you, but sometimes mindless, irrational rage takes over, and i lose sight of whatever i’m doing. nobody enjoys being irascible you know, les you think me a sadist. not!
i’d give you the world if it was mine.
