Monday, 16 April 2012

Somebody should have told her

30 minutes ago, I was sitting in the backseat of your car, watching you punch your steering wheel as you screamed your lungs out at me. I know I should have been afraid, any other normal person would have cried or stayed silent, but I giggled. GIGGLED. Horrible timing. What's wrong with me? Why do I always laughed when people yell at my face? I think I just like making them angrier, making them realize that screaming at me will not teach me anything, instead, all their anger is reflected right back at them. Your spit flew onto your lap and your eyes bulged behind your Raybans as your shouted about how I never give you any chances, how I never listen. But I'm listening to you right now, and all I'm thinking is "Psycho".