Rats Gnawing on Bones
Too many thoughts in my head. Can't seem to sort them out. I seem to function better (or more like a normal, sane human being) only when I'm around you. The rest of the time I'm just a bundle of nerves.
There are two types of sarcasm.
One being the snarky, witty type. It's fast and sharp and leaves only a tiny scar behind, if any at all. Much like being grazed by a verbal bullet. Guess who has this gift she likes to share with her friends? Nope, it isn't me but I can take this type of sarcasm anyday baby. Just be prepared to get yours back.
The other one is more like having your bones gnawed by rats while you're still alive. It dredges up long forgotten bad habits and sounds like fingernails on a chalkboard. It's the kind that goes on for a good fifteen minutes and makes you feel like you're swimming in your own excrement (or wish you were instead of listening to them) at the end of it. It's excruciating and it pisses me off (like you couldn't tell already).
Ah, being all snappy makes me feel a whole lotta better.