Distastefully, the time-bomb in my chest pounds harder. My mind races and fills with complications and your face blurs. Everything blurs. Stress disperses but anger consumes that vacant spot - I can't think fowardly. Frankly, I'm tired of everything.
It's like I'm your computer & you're feeding me useless bullshit. It's taking up just too much space and my system is crashing. You expect so much out of me. Maybe it's meltdown time. A computer can be replaced so quickly, but how fast can you transfer your data before technology beats you in your own game?
My days aren't always like this. Call it badtiming, but I hoped my habit of "friction causing" disappeared. I guess it never did, seeing how I caused burning without noticing. Maybe this is how I cope, besides blogging.
Fact Of The Day: I found a new 'scapegoat' song.