Write a letter she
said. It’ll be a load off you shoulders she said. Look at me now,
sitting here at this desk. Ridiculous! Like this is going to help. I
mean, It’s not like I’m ever going to send it, so why would I
even--- Ugh. For fuck’s sake.
*5 min of quiet
writing*
Fuck this is
anything but productive. It’s not like I did anything wrong. I
shouldn’t feel guilty. I DON’T. Because I’m not, guilty.
Haven’t you ever done anything stupid, because something was done
to you, that made you so fucking mad, that you just had to, you know
let the anger out.
You with the pink
glasses, I see you. Yeah you did, didn’t you! Well, did you
apologize after? Like for real, heartfelt and all that shit. As if
you did something wrong? When you know you didn’t do anything
wrong. Because I sure as hell didn’t, so why would I need to
apologize? SHE SHOULD HAVE TO APOLOGIZE, that rude little—
You would think that
I smashed her phone on the ground and stepped on it, then kicked it
and it smashed against the wall. I didn’t do more than dunk it a
nice bath of steaming hot coffee.
But wasn’t my
fault. She’s was the one to blame! She was still on her phone,
waiting in line to get her coffee. You know those people, always on
their phones, yammering the whole damn time. Well, she was one of
those. She should apologize for her rude ass behavior. Fuck her, I
didn’t do anything wrong!
- Valerie
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