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the hazard of bottling things up 2004-03-21 - 19:31 Had an agrument with my sister over the phone today. All this ugly stuff I'd been holding back for God-knows-how-long just came spewing out. I made her cry. Shit, I made myself cry. It's scary, when you're so full of venom that it even begins to creep you out. I wanted to slam the reciever down on her head and then go run and hide from myself. I wanted someone to just kill the demon inside me, destroy the monster I became for that fifteen-minute conversation. No apologies will ever suffice. Not for her, never for me.By the way, those dead birds are still resting their eternal peace on the radio table by my window. |