Words tumble around my head, wanting to be put somewhere, wanting to be shouted out, to run riot over my tongue, my mouth.
Words that aren't nice, that some people would be shocked to hear me say. Words that have no business being in a pg rated movie of my life.
I shan't give credence to these words. They aren't really me.
But you, you are nothing short of a waste of my time, my energy and my mind. You, who have done nothing but be selfish with your lack of response, your lack of consideration and your ability to wound. You are not worthy of the words that would want to scream forth from my mouth.
*insert bad language*.
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