I snapped. Like a piece of overheated wire. I snapped up so bad I am so very mean. I snapped to the point of being mental. I snapped so hard my emotions could not be held in check. And I am so ashamed that Jeremy managed this feat. I am so deeply ashamed Jeremy still got a reaction from me. I am ashamed to my bones that I allow Jeremy to do this to me.

I dont understand it all. If you love someone, and wish to give her happiness, you would do everything within your reach to keep her sane and happy, wont you? If you wish someone well, you would go out of your way to make sure every broken glass is cleared out of her path, wont you? If you miss someone so much, you would watch her and aid her in the shadows, being contented to be near but invisible wont you?

I gave you leeway time and time again. I consoled you when your grief was too much to bear. I listened when you pour your sobs on my frame again and again. But there is only so much I can take.

You knew me from the beginning. You knew it would come to this when I'm backed into a corner. You knew snapping was the only next available emotion. And I am very sorry I threw up on your one very good shirt. But you make me sick. You make me very sick. You make my stomach retched and wasted my undigested dinner. You make me feel irritation and disgust with your actions.

I only wish I have more to hold onto and maybe just pull through. I just cant believe I snapped and just like that, I'm back to square one, a mass of jumbled craze. Thank you Jeremy. And Happy Valentine's to you too.