So, I was super pissed at my friend:
and I told my therapist and I felt better.
Then, I was super pissed at this kid who bullies me at school:
but I was too embarrassed to tell my therapist about it and I only got angrier.
Now Blake uses a metaphor, bitches:
The fact that I was angry made me afraid which made me cry like a fucking pussy.
Those tears watered that tree of anger.
Then I pretended to be totally fine and smiled and shit and tried to trick the tree into thinking everything was totally cool.
This tree of anger just kept growing all the fucking time,
until there was a BEAUTIFUL apple.
The bully from school saw it and knew that it was MY apple.
He snuck into my garden in the middle of the night;
And in the morning I was super excited because I saw him dead under my tree of anger.
That’s karma, bitch.
