If last week was meant by the powers that be to teach me that you can never be too encouraging,
Then this one is for hiding festering bitterness and brittle smiles.
If I make it through the next few weeks without petty jibs and outbursts of pent-up impotent mini rage,
I guess I'd prove to be less rotten a person than I previously thought.
damn you, Allah, God, Buddha, Zeus, Vishnu, Yahweh.
I hate being tested like this.
(images: numero tokyo, via fotodecadent)
