In general I consider anger to be an immature emotion. It’s just so caveman-y, you know? I earnestly think about wars or some dude yelling at me and feel like ‘really?’ You look like you are on Judge Judy. But when it comes to guys dicking over my friends, I’m just as guilty. I maybe (definitely) told you that you better “pray every night” you never run into me again and um that your fingers might end up mysteriously broken if you doesn’t do something more interesting with them than continue to text/call this girl after she has told you not to. Me Tarzan, you Jane. Whatever. Here’s a list of reasons why I get to be a hypocrite about it…
This post, but especially this paragraph, could’ve been written by me. I’m a generally nice, slow-to-anger, understanding person … unless you fuck over my friends. Then I’m all “sending you harsh emails in which I call you a piece of garbage” and “congratulating you in public for the baby you’re claiming isn’t yours even though you two were trying to get pregnant 3 days before you filed for divorce you piece of shit.” Yeah. All drama.
This post, but especially this paragraph, could’ve been written by me. I’m a generally nice, slow-to-anger,...
something my best friend would write