When I was young I never found the appeal to cussing. It seemed so immature and a lousy alternative to solving a frustrating problem with a level head.
But then I tried it and I realized it's really the only one time you're allowed to put a whole lot of pent up anger into one word.
Years of hiding sadness or holding back from punching a wall all tied in a neat little word with the simple four letters of 'fuck'.
It's the only freedom of emotion you really get when your the innocent little perfect person in the eyes of everyone else.
Any small minuscule inconvenience can set off a week worth of pent up frustration. And though some may thing you're overreacting the reality is you've been holding it in for so long that you'll really find any excuse to let some of the frustration out.
At least that's my take on it.
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My Dearest
PoezieThese are personal letters written to those I've loved, letters by which by no means are ever to be read by who they are intended for. Also rant/vent in here occasionally. I don't want comments on those chapters.
