I'm Not OkaySometimes I just can't take it anymore, all the pressure, the stress. All of it just builds up inside me. My mind continues to simply rerun everything bad I've done during the day, constantly reminding me of how much I've done to make my own life and others horrible.
My anger, my hurt, the filthy words I've spoken. The things I've done to hurt others whether intentionally or unintentionally. Insults I flung around to make myself feel better, thoughts I've come up with to convince myself I'm not the worst person in the world.
SO MUCH PRESSURE! I WANT TO SCREAM!
The pain, the agony of my mind, the reminders that when I wake up in the morning nothing will change. Those I've hurt will still not want me to be near them. It's too late for Penance.
I can cry, beg, plead. Do all I can to show I've changed, that I'll do better.
IT'S TOO LATE! IT'S OVER!
The weight crushes me, I want to avoid the world. Hide under the covers on my bed and stay there forever.
Responsibilities force me to move, fo
Black and Green 66
"What?!" Slick looked at him angrily. "How dare you-"
"She never said she was," Diamonds Droog informed him flatly. "You know that, I know that, she knows that. I don't get why you're so insistent that she was."
Spades looked back toward the window. "What else could it be?" He was beginning to lose what little patience he had left.
"Slick, you seem to forget that he finds such acts of violence very distasteful," Droog reminded him. "Him molesting her would be too extreme, but the part about him touching her face is believable."
"He could have changed." He pointed out stubbornly. He wasn't ready to give up his belief of what happened yet.
"No, he's not the type to change his opinion of those kinds of things so rapidly."
"So what then?" Slick demanded, folding his arms. "This whole subject is just stupid. I don't want to talk about it anymore."
Of course he didn't.
"I know you don't but you're going to have to." the tall Dersite lit another cigarette. "and nothing you think will change