When you pace your lifestyle in terms of the future, you need to count the fact that the short path in front of you may not be as long as you may perceive it to be.

That next chance, that escape at the end of the tunnel may never be there.

So, I can’t do that anymore.

I can’t escape my anger by just looking towards the future and not do anything about a situation. How can one keep resisting the urges of being defensive and impuslively talking? May not be the most efficient way to handle it, but it’s the most desireable.

but in a way, it’s even more frustrating when you let something like this be a bother. —When I let something like this get to me, when it really shouldn’t.

And yet somehow it does matter. ‘Cos I feel like I’m ready to blow a fuse.

In the end I can’t help but admit that I’m frustrated, not because of any kind of frivolous term; but mostly cause I feel like I can’t settle for any less than the situation ending in my favor—and mine only. I want acknowledgement, I want a returned apology; not some kind of half-assed compromise to which may or may not benefit either of us.

I’m sick of letting others step over me, and I’m sick of letting things go, telling myself that I don’t need to explain or apologize. It’s short-handed consolation; cause those things that you’ve told yourself to let go of, have not left but have instead been piled in a corner.