I didn't even know the number.

I had no idea but that horrible feeling was all too familiar. But you know what, it's different now. Too much time and more growing for me to be wrapped up for miles from an inch of attention.

"Go away", I was thinking as his questions kept coming
"Why are you calling me", escaped out of my mouth in the heat of aggravation. But it wasn't tended to with the same emotions...just laughs on the other end.

"Your wasting my minutes" I said quite frankly.

FISTY? Fisty sounds too playful and fun to be used in the same sentence in regards to me!

I'm to the point of apathy in regards to that hopeless character. He's got nothing but a pretty face and a lying mouth that will take him all but nowhere.


"You don't care?"
If I had a mirror first I'd shove it in your face and say:
"PLEASE ASK ALL QUESTIONS IN THE MATTER OF EMOTIONS TO THE PROPER PERSON!
SPEAK TO DIRECT AUTHORITY!"
Then I'd break it over his head.

I'm at a point where I know what is good and I know what I want. I don't have to worry and wonder anymore...it's all a matter of WHEN.