Wednesday, March 2
oh how can i ever win. i should have picked on someone my own size. i picked on someone 4 times my size.
being the perennial school bully, or the street gangster, or from the mafia wouldn't really help things would it. when you bark up the wrong tree you always know that the repercussions are gonna bring about quite some pain.
it's as if it's either you don't care, or you are beyond the capacity of needing to care. it's frightening visualising the latter option.