Walking Waltz.

You walked into my life with a shell of smiles.

Porcelain, glazed yet so full of cracks.

The intimacy of our minds, the shape of our past lies.

Like a poker game, I give you all, I wish you would call.

You walked into my life, now won't you stay to waltz with me.

Da fuck?

Seriously, I can't believe people can be so presumptous nowadays.

Fuck you. You have no idea what we have or what we have been through.

Just because you ask nicely, doesnt mean I have to listen.

And fuck you if you thought "happy birthday" was a great angle to starting the conversation.

At the end of the day, you are a fucking stranger so who gives you the right to tell me what to do? Adding "Just my opinion" doesnt fucking help cause you know why? I dont give two flying fucks about your opinion.

The only fucking reason why I am still civilized to you is because I care about keeping the peace. But don't mistake my kindess for weakness. Make no mistake, I will fuck you up.

Im so fucking mad right now I cant even sleep.


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On another note, I am fucking happy.
I had a great birthday. I had a great lunch with R. We caught Hang Over 3 which I thought was hilarious. Then I went to Droo's where I had a home made burger dinner. Then we talked till 2am.
He asked me to be Beanie's god father.  I said yes without blinking.

All in all, it was a brilliant day. Only for that small bit which pissed me off.