i must have gotten my fiery temper from the genes, i'm quick-tempered. oh, and short-tempered too. a stubborn arse with little patience. actually, i'm not sure if you know this, but my anger transforms into a spiral of laughter really easily too, if you only just try.
if you ever fight with me (big quarrel, fist fight, petty tiffs, stupid squabbles whatever), all you have to do is tickle me, give me a hug and whisper rosy happy things into my ear and i'll probably giggle and return you the tickles ten-fold cheerily. in a blink, all the gloom will go away and the yellow sun floats back into the skies.
i'm that simple. i really snap out of anger that easily. sometimes, in anger, i secretly have odd little wishes, like wanting you to nudge my head and laugh at how silly i am, to get angry over this, this, and that. just like a red rose acting fierce and tough with all the little thorns and pricks. is this my wall of defence? maybe. or maybe it's my way of sending you little messages. 'are you there? have you forgotten about me? hello hello?'
when i cry (so what if it's just 5 minutes? or 3?), my world collapses too, into a muddy football pitch and the thunder roars in constant thumps. i know i'm strong in mind and in soul, but sometimes, i just want you to remember that in tantrums, i'm a little girl, like every other girl in this big big world.
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