I warn you that this post is going to be rambling, random and well-rodonculous.
The saddest thing about personal misery is that you get used to it. The rage and resentment become such a usual part of your psyche that you go on with life, venting a little to whoever cares enough to listen.
Not that this is particularly about me, this is something I have observed with friends and acquaintances all over the place.
It’s not fair, but then so isn’t life.
Man I can’t even find a song to fit in with my anger.
Hey that shouldn’t be too hard.
I’m gonna get you back
I’m gonna get you back.