Everything has a limit.
A speed limit when driving on the road, to make things safe.
A tolerance limit when drinking, before going tipsy.
A limit to how much something can be stretched, before it snaps.
Some limits are higher than the others.
Some limits are worth breaking and going beyond it.
Some limits are meant to be kept and tolerated.
What's my limit?
I feel that I have reached my limit a couple of times already, and it is only the first month of the new year. I'm so close to screaming my head off and even swearing. It is so not me to lose my cool, especially when I am in public places. The ache and the tears, I choose not to show them, but they lose control anyways. I hate crying, it makes me a mess. I'm not weak, at least I don't want to appear to be.
But you have pushed me to my limits, till I'm losing my calm and cool.
I've tolerated long enough, all of us have.
You don't even seem to notice the tension in the air when you are around, do you?
You are an oblivious fool, an insensitive jerk with a lazy and commanding nature that irks everyone. Clean up after yourself for once, you have limbs for a reason, put them to good use. Thank you very much, but most of us are fine living without your help, if you didn't know.
Ugh.
How am I going to survive till the end of the new decade?
When I have had one too many,
And am not writing coherently.
I need to stop trying,
Trying to be deep and meaningful.
I shall give up.
I've given up.
With maybe five shots,
Definitely less than a bottle.
Just some alcohol somewhere,
Drowning in my system.
I'm not a poet.
I'm just a girl,
with too many thoughts,
and not enough sense,
To stop typing.
