I hate it when i let my emotions get a better hold on me. When i choose my head over my heart. Words come rushing out like vomit. Word vomit. The thing about words being said is that you can never take them back. No matter how much you want to. Then you've to face the aftermath with your heart filled with much regrets, anger, guilt.
Me the epitome of rash, strong-headed, harsh and well being kind of a.. bitch. Maybe at first i'll be like.. "no way", but i guess too many people have told me that i'm one (or even all) of the above mentioned. Not much of a shocker anymore. I've digested the cold hard truth, so nothing new there.
I hope i dont cross the line anytime soon or ever even. Why cant i just.. chillax? That's the respond i always get when i'm mad. Haha. I need anger management courses, like seriously. Guess what? I already have a therapist. His name is JT, 24/7 boyfriend, part-time bestfriend, 20% therapist, 30% shopping/dinning partner + etcs, 50% part of me and 100% always there for me. Love ya long time bb. ♥
