But it’s the dead of night.
(see last post for context)
It’s impolite to scream in the dead of night.
I want to beat the ever living shit out of something, a pillow, the ground, something, anything.
HOW COULD I HAVE BEEN SO BLIND TO EVERYTHING?! How?!
I’m so mad at myself. I’m so mad at him. I can’t even believe this shit.