One Size Too Small

I've known for a while that I throw fits, these mini little tantrums when I'm upset. Now before your jaws drop and laugh, no, they're not really hugely visible fits. It basically just involves me leaving the area in a polite hurry, usually to avoid whomever is causing the disagreement with me. I do this because I'm prone to caving. I'm Ghandi, if he was a pussy. I don't enjoy confrontation usually and do my best to avoid it.

Right now I'm throwing a fit. I'm so upset and frustrated that I just want to throw stuff to release the pent up energy inside of me. I can feel it building around my heart, like a vice squeezing the last few pumps out of it and it hurts me emotionally. Of course, no one who sees me knows any of this. Except for you my sweet virtual world.

Thank you Al Gore for inventing my friends.