I could relate to Savannah in “Dear John” when she said that
she curses in her head.
The same applies to all the things I think of when I get so mad.
How to torture people.
How to cause permanent trauma
Turn them into Agoraphobics/Anthropophobics.
Make them suicidal.
Even when this “Cheena” person added me on twitter,
I was already in a foul mood.
Fish, I wanted to go around slapping people.
And I still do. (ITL)
So what’s stopping me?
Feeling guilty after satisfying my desire.
The heart is indeed deceitful above all things.