Feel it stew and bubble within me...as the pressure escalates within me. Witness all of its glory as it culminates into one explosive outburst, as it tears out of my soul. Relief is brief as the red mist begins to dissipate, but despair soon follows as regret begins its dance around me.
Anger today came in the form of one little place tucked high up in a building located on one busy road named Cantonment. It is now 2 months past the initial deadline and yet even now, the idea of completion remains far-fetched. Perhaps setting a timeline such as "moving in - December" isn't that frivolous at all.
The culprit is the Interior Designer. Oh how she embodies the saying. "Pay peanuts and you will get monkeys". Multiple MIAs, numerous shoddy excuses and plenty of surfing trips later, I have kind of forgotten why we even went with her in the first place.
Unfortunately the Target was him. After many hurtful exchanges, several spiteful tears and a shouting match later. The throbbing in my head serves as a painful reminder. I had vented my anger at the wrong person again.
As I sit here with that nagging pain in my head, watching regret do a perfect pirouette before me...I am thinking.... !@#$%^ bitch!!!
