F I R S T J, now V...ugh it seemed to be by chance (and LUCK) that she hadn’t murdered someone and wound up in jail. Why the hell she tried or even gave some footing to being willing to fight against whatever this amount of RAGE was. So instead she gave her SO CALLED best friend the death stare and hoped that would do the trick. “I WILL THROW YOU THROUGH A WINDOW..-” she’d almost wanted to yell (she was basically yelling). “Listen to me V.”

  Okay so G R A N T E D, on a typical day she’d happily hold that tiny bit of annoyance that would spring to the surface whenever someone was doing something boring (a.k.a also known as turning into an eighty year old and making her want to stab them). Now she should be less upset that he wasn’t paying her any attention, but if it wasn’t her inner turmoil..her progressing levels of anger and deep seated RAGE that sat outside of that were all playing Punch and Judy. “I can’t honestly express HOW MUCH I don’t care about...whatever the fuck it is ya’ doing J...-” she almost wanted to get up right there and then to tear him a new one. “BUT IF YOU DON’T LISTEN TO ME IN THE NEXT TWENTY SECONDS I WILL TEAR YA DICK OFF.” 

--------- “There was hesitation in my voice. You remember that night. The things unsaid were the ones that mattered most. But what am I, a mere man of faith, to do? My admittance is no different from exposure to the extreme cold. The longer I wallow in my desires, the more likely I will shatter into frozen shards. But the heat within my soul forges another pain. Silence bears the truth, yet the truth is deafening. So which will it be: a frozen confession or the heat of quiet passion?”