your response, which i do not want to read, always accompanied after a righteous storm of texting, that deep anxiety in the pit of the stomach that their response could be more hateful than my own vituperation. (YEAh, pull out your FUCKING thesaurus. or your google, or ‘titter’ or whatever the shit you kids use these days.) such a petty habit. to pick fights and abandon them. i blame… the internet. i blame anyone but me.
man, i’ma eat some fuckin icecream, fuck dat shit.