Sometimes you're just not in the mood to smile. Nothing happened, nobody agitated you, you didn't fight with your best friend, the toaster didn't burn your bread, and the weather is perfect- yet forcing your lips to emulate that ''smiley'' emoticon takes a lot more effort than usual. You look at the mirror and all you see is a frowning, grumpy and surly looking visage that triggers irritation of the atrocious kind. Scream, rip, tear, destroy...all you want to do is vanquish whoever and whatever is around you. You're suddenly a hardcore misanthrope. You take deep breaths to assuage that temper, but all you release is exhaust fumes, like a fire-breathing dragon. Even the most appetizing food tastes unpalatable, and you could easily dispose that packet of oreo you were hoarding for so long. A highly flammable specimen or maybe a combustible tinderbox. That's what you are- a wounded lion ready to pounce on a poor victim.
doesn't matter if you're unable to identify what made you so resentful, so vindictive. Doesn't matter that right now all you want to do is dig a grave and bury yourself. Or maybe hide in a dense forest like an absconding criminal. Doesn't matter that every minute crawls like an eternity..
What matters is that you're humane enough so as to not unleash a rampage on those people around you..
Those who will tolerate every onslaught like nothing happened. Those who will embrace every act of irascibility, all sorts of abrasiveness..Those who will stick through the entire session of 'i-hate-everyhthing-' and will dare not leave when you utter those two cruel words. GET LOST..
Because some people deserve better, than be on the receiving end of your wrath..
Because they love you no matter what, and will stand by, like that lonely street lamp, glowing in the foreboding darkness..
Because once the words escape, you cannot take them back..
So hurt them not, for some words are sharper than daggers...
And because some wounds..never heal...
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