Sunday, December 7, 2014

Being nasty

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.