I'm two-faced, even though I try not to be. Unless I really hate a person, I get nicer as I get angrier and grow to dislike them more. And then I explode, and it feels so good in the moment to release all of my pent-up opinions at them and see the hurt in their eyes and know that I win. It's like the satisfaction of scratching an itch much harder than you need to. And then afterward, the guilt sets in and I know that no matter what they started, in the end the problem was with me for not saying anything.

rockstache rockstache
May 7, 2012