Ridiculous.
I'm using every ounce of self-restraint to prevent myself from smashing anything within reach in this tiny room. And it's incidences like these that make me revisit old memories of my parents and their extremely healthy relationship.
Yes, this is why, after months of inactivity (except for that silly drunken post i made a couple of weeks back), I have decided to channel my anger and earnest desire to destroy physical things into words.
I am struggling.
Sometimes I wonder if i'm willingly spending too much time with somebody whom I really love. And sometimes, when a thought like that runs through my mind, I feel that it's probably not for the best that this relationship still exists.
And yes, the person vaguely described in the aforementioned is why I am mad.
It's been two and a halve years and we're still having difficulty overcoming the same problem we faced when we've just started. She says it takes "two hands to clap", I say yes, but most of the time you only need one brain and one hand to write shit down with pen and paper.
