I See Red....

I hate that with little effort at all, someone can say something, even the littlest of things and it get under my skin.

I hate more the fact that my friends know these exact buttons to push. That at times I can get so mad, I want to spit nails! My words get twisted, I see a sort of fire and well, it's a good thing I'm not generally a violent person.

I thank god though, that not all my friends are friends with each other. That when I get so angry I want to cry at one of them, I can call up Bobby JO and rant all my worries away.