Now particularly, in a non-descriptive mood my head throbs and pulsates from a lack of sleep. I get wary sometimes.
And do this thing where I palm the noise in the back of my head because situations tend to get messy, people reckless and the proceeding events not to my liking, so I do this to maintain my sanity not because I’m mean or obnoxious, but because I don’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings.
I call it my shut-the-fuck-up moment.
And no one ever seems to pull me out. No one. Not ever.
