We're Headed Up My Mom's Ass!

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I thought I smelled something :

Sometimes I feel like I'm trying to please everyone and I'm failing miserably. I want to be everything for everyone, but I feel like sometimes, because of it, I'm nothing to myself. I just wanted approval from so many for so long, but I didn't work hard enough to win it.

I hold grudges like I hold my breath, not very well and that's quite alright because this isn't about anything anyone did it has to do with the way someone (or someones) is. It's much easier to just forget sometimes.

I suppose I could prattle on with cliches like 'well I've gone to the well too many times...', but I don't want to make your eyes sting.

I just need to worry about myself.

Well, you knew it wasn't his wheel! What did you think? He was coming back for the rest of his bike later? Well, why didn't you do something? Why didn't you say something? You human piece of apathy! Why didn't you say, "Hey! That's not your wheel! That could be Mark's wheel! We love him! And he loved that wheel!" Just watchin' Jeopardy. Well, didn't you think I needed it? I did! Well, look at that! Feast on that act of violence! Good work, Einstein! Pus!

That was an open letter to the people who watched while the guy stole his bike wheel.

Well, why did you do it? Are you some sort of jerk or something? It's my front wheel! What did you think, that I'd -- drive home and not notice it was stolen? What are you then? Some sort of prick? Some sort of idiot? Some sort of thief? What would you do with just my front wheel anyway? What good would just one wheel be? You human loser! Well, why didn't you buy your own wheel if you wanted one so badly. That's what I did. Well, don't you think I need that wheel? Well, well, what were you thinking? JERK!

That was an open letter to the guy that stole my bike wheel.