ScreenWriter

I have a habit of under reacting…with people I love. Which can lead to extreme overreactions…if my other half ever decides it wants to be compensated for its restraint. And yesterday…it decided. It’s been a couple years since my favorite cousin, who was born a week after me and twin, stopped talking to me. He was my eyes…before I could see how these nig…men act. So, I used to spare his feelings. But someone has had me in mine the last few weeks…and the anger from being separated from solid advice…blinded me with rage…out of nowhere. If I said I chose not to write things that probably put a permanent partition between us, I’d be lying. If I said I ended the scene I made, by hoping a male part finds its way down his throat…I’d be telling the truth. Normally, I’d feel remorse but…his absence has had me gagging on grief for a while.