Good Good

I’m so angry frustrated irritated annoyed right now, it doesn’t help no matter how many fucks i say, no matter if i swore in all kind of languages, swore up till your great grandmother’s arse.

I should not have suppressed, should not have wasted y well practiced honey tone telling you to PLEASE get things done. Should not have whispered nicely in your ear how upset I am with you screwing things up screwing me. Never should I write a love note and leave it at the refrigerator reminding you for the hundredth time.

I should have gone up give you a hard slap across your bloody bustard face, point my middle finger, show you my real colors and make sure you get my full blow of bitchiness during the pms season.

Fcker, you take me for granted too much, and sometimes, even if I don’t say it to your ignorant face it doesn’t mean it’s ok and I’m ok.