i suppose.

You make me want to throw this shoe right through that concrete wall. Why don't you pack your bags and take a hike? Leave me here for a while to close my eyes and take some big deep breaths. To fill my lungs with nice words, which are not flowing today. searching. trying. but I'm coming up empty handed and no one can survive on thin air. I feel like a ticking bomb with no timer. Pace excellerating but no knowledge of how fast it will tick and how hard the impact of the final blow will be. its not my fault. i have a fragile heart. and a tired soul. and tuesdays my least favorite day of the week. so you can't blame me on this one. you had it coming for you the moment you read "you make me want to throw this shoe right through that concrete wall." because sometimes that exactly how i feel. and I'm a firm believer of putting it all out there. not that I'm violent by nature. i just have a couple punches that have expired inside my head and need to be thrown.
i suppose i could throw a couple verbal punches via blog post. (which i think i'm already doing quite well at)
i suppose i could scream to the sky real loud "okay, got it. learned my lesson. you can turn off the rain now. i'm ready to shine."
i suppose i could take it all out on my cat. because regardless of what i say, and no matter the tone of voice i eject from my disheartened lips he'll still shoot me extremely bored glances while bathing in the sun on the back of the living room couch.
i suppose i could write a nasty letter and then rip it in a million tiny pieces and throw them in the air while screaming some questionables.
i suppose i could eat my feelings and continue to shoot for that goal weight of 410 pounds that I'm sure I'm approaching far quicker than assumed.
I suppose. I suppose. I suppose.