Guilty. Victim.

Tonight was one of those nights at work that seemed like it would never end. When you look at the list and say, “what the fuck! There’s five more bands?!? How did this happen?!!??”
It did end.
I Just looked out my window to see which car alarm was going off, and saw some guy taking a piss right out front. I also noticed the cops were gone. From my eavesdropping, I could tell someone broke into #24. Or tried to.
I said it out loud already, but I’ll try to put it in writing. Ever hear stories of how a group of people will witness a crime, let’s say a mugging, and all the witnesses will have completely different descriptions of the mugger and how it took place? One person will say it was a tall man in a red sweater with a knife, and another person will say it was a little guy in green waiving a gun around, etc. Well, I think a lot of break-ups are like that. You can say, “we’re through. Goodbye.” And your ex will hear, “I need some time, but we’ll work it out.” I’ve been on both sides of this coin. Breaking up is hard, and breaking up well is even harder.
We all need to stop using the excuse of, “I can’t say it because I don’t want to hurt you.” Bullshit! You can’t say it because you want everyone to like you. If it’s something hurtful that needs to be said, not saying it will hurt twice as much in the long run. Again, both sides.