I rarely cry. Unless I am moved or my tears make up their own mind.
This minute, and please let me throw myself at your collective bosom: I am ready to kill.
There are people out there in the world who will fuck you over. Not literally. By their inane mutterings. Judgmental. To the hilt. I had three in as many minutes. If I could punch one of them this minute I would. My tongue is sharp but some people’s is blunt. And we all know which knife hurts more.