The last time I made myself vulnerable and really asked for help, I got turned down by circumstances. I ended up crying and cursing that guy all night while I struggled before I told him off screen to eff off and went for Qiamullail and repentance.
I promised not to ever get down on my knees and beg to a guy again. Ever.
Yesterday I did it again. I begged for help. And got turned down by circumstances.
I was going to be mature and say "Okay" and take my case to someone else, accepting the fact that he had issues as well. But then I realized he declined me even after I admitted I asked for help because I was scared multiple times and that I would gladly do everything else if he could just help me with that one thing...
But no. I got turned down by circumstances. And I became pissed off, so pissed that 50 ways to kill him flashed through my mind.
My favourite was cutting all his joints while he screams in torturous agony before I scatter all his appendages in the river. Then I can have a glass of teh beng.
3 comments:
That inner energy!
haha. the "I scatter all his appendages in the river" part is the best.
50 ways of murder (y)
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