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Words Can Make, or Break a Friendship
When the words you speak make you die inside.
My mouth is a purging contradiction.
I’d do best to wear a muzzle most days, at least when my emotions take over. I’m impulsive, and speak what I call truth. But not everything I speak is true, well, maybe it is, but my delivery will go for the jugular if I feel a threat.
I’m like the 7 year old that looses his shit when he is upset, then pouts afterward. After the “episode” is over then comes the extreme guilt and shame.
But it’s mostly when my emotions are at an all time high, or I’m having trouble expressing myself. This is when I do what I do, I drink. You know? I like to tell myself it deadens my anxiety.
And when I drink, then become emotional? You best run.
It won’t end well if you are the intended target.
Most people I attract are horrible at communication. I tend to like them a little cold around the edges, you know? No real emotions. I like the ones who bottle their shit up like me and hope to use it another day.
While there may be some truth to what I speak, there is no truth or good reason to attack someone who doesn’t deserve it.
