Everything I ever felt, everything I ever wanted to say, is all right here. And even when I thought that the emotions had gone away, you still found a way to bring them out of me. Curse or muse? Sometimes I really can’t understand you. Or myself for the matter.
Pettiness and disrespectfulness and ranting isn’t really my thing. And if it ever was before, it is no more. This may offend. I may spill some tea. But this is my reality.