Today during dinner I was rude and sullen and they probably left the table thinking I was a horrible person. But to be honest, the alternative to me being rude was me being honest and nasty. So many nasty things I wanted to say. That I could (should) have say.
But I held it in, I'm not sure why.
Why do I care about certain things? When I don't need to.
I won't be here when you need me to.