Friday, April 4, 2014

Love-Hate

Every time I open my mouth to speak with this person I get shot down ever so bluntly. Every.Single.Time.

I dunno how much longer I can stay with this witch.

I foresee that this situation will implode to a very messy matter.

It's just a matter of time. A ticking time bomb looks like child's play in comparison.

How am I still able to tolerate this poison?

I'm surprised I didn't wake up dead...yet.