How is it that I went to bed one night full with unresolved emotions and silly made-up scenarios in my mind to then woke up the next morning, feeling nowhere close to the chaos that stormed my heart hours ago?
I’m a little bit fed up with people’s incessant complaints and rude habits; and I know that one of my worst traits is the inability to hold my tongue whenever I’m angered. Another would be how I hold onto that angry energy, because without it, I would just be my indifferent and lethargic self.
This entry has derailed from what I originally wanted to write about. I planned to vent about the things that I see and hear, but then I realized how similarly flawed I am to those that bug me. I guess, I am also guilty
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