If you ever make me mad, I hold back. I don't tell you that I think you're too proud. I don't tell you I think you're being childish. I don't remind you that you started the fight, not me.
I hold back, because I think ahead and decide "Well, ********. If I say what I want, I'll probably regret it later." But I think that I might regret it because you'll freak out and throw a fit. Not me.
It's not fair that I have to keep to myself and restrain my thoughts or how I think. If you're wrong, I wish I could tell you.
Imagine how many times I haven't.
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Mental Cesspool
All the little thoughts, problems, and concerns that I may be dealing with at any given time, spread out for the internet to see.
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