How in the hell are you going to embark on a journey towards inner peace by dumping all your baggage and leave me standing here still festering and frothing at the mouth?!?!
Explain to me who the hell is going to understand my own rants and raving lunacy about things that are, admittedly, trivial in the overall scheme of life but that I glom on to from time to time in a desperate attempt to find solace in being able to control something?! Huh?
**adds Rocky to the list**
Grudge-holding Prican waitin on a fucking book in order to get over the PF
[Puta Face] syndrome.