I get angry.
And jealous. Jealous and angry.
Angry, jealous and envious.
Nervous. Anxious.
Stressed.
Then I get infuriated. Downright pissed.
So I get angry, jealous, envious, nervous, anxious, stressed, infuriated and downright pissed.
Welcome to my miniature food chain. Only problem is, I'm the one eats me and I'm the one gets eaten. It's not a good day to be a Marissa.
1 comment:
hey girlie, its amber. i know what you mean. today i've enjoyed pissing people off. i've been in the most fowl mood. must be the weather.....grrr.
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