what disgrace

i look at you and i think..
should i make grimace at your 'luck'
or
to give solace to oneself {in this context, me}
i'm not sure.
i just felt this adrenaline rush {of emotions, fury, anger etc.}
& i felt that at that instant i could have ripped off your whole head of hair.
funny as it may seem, it's not your fault, partially, but i still blame you for it.
'cus you are e sidekick, e unpopular one that i choose t pick on.
the abscence of * presence, the pretence
i hate t carry on but i must persist
prevail & walk out victorious {so much as it seems like i just won a war, w only me standing & perhaps a few other good friends ;D}

thanks alot fiona&sj for listening t my 'sorrows', my distress, 'cus i just gotta let 'em out, i gotta feel better, somehow (:

ol' habits nvr die
trust me