but i'm here all the time and i wont go away

I'm sorry 'bout the attitude
I need to give when I'm with you
But no one else would take this shit from me

That indy hipster italicized verse is from a Matchbox Twenty song. And it fits me. With family and friends on gray sky, hot tea and Jane Austin days. I am sorry that I can be a bitch sometimes. That I throw up a wall that specializes in snarky comments and a black cloud attitude. I guess I kinda live with parts of my heart on my sleeve. Not everything. Just parts. It's something I should work on. I just don't always try.

I'm very blunt today. I really don't have time for anything but the quickest words to execute my furrowed brow of emotions. Then I step on sensitive toes. We will see how this all turns out. Honestly, I'm getting tired of this game of hide the emotions. Maybe it's simply because I am never one to hold back my true feelings on a issue. Unless it might hurt someone. But I hardly think broken bridges require sensitive builders. Say what you mean, mean what you say. How else is anything ever going to be figured out.

That part of my personality is currently aggravated by my blunt mood. 

There is something about this semester that I just can't pin down. Maybe it's the fact that it is the last of high school, or my first without any french classes or the fact that I just don't have a spare anymore. Maybe I'm just really tired right now. I switched into vacay mode long ago. That is not a fun place to come back from.

I think the word blunt befits its definition. It sounds like what it means.