The collected breaths of mutes

Sometimes I’m just really bad with people. I lash out irrationally, I fuck around with feelings and sometimes disregard them entirely…I’m a shit friend most of the time. And sometimes I really try to change that. And sometimes I don’t. and it hits me one day: good God where have you been these last couple days? It’s like me—the person that I am or want to be or whatever takes a vacation and this raging inconsiderate bitch takes over. and it’s happening more and more frequently.