Being bratty
You scream. You whine. You scowl. You kick up a huge fuss. You complain incessantly. You're tempted to start pounding your fists on the table. You yell. You sulk. You rake up a fit.
You get your way eventually. But then this thing starts biting and gnawing, eating you away. Your conscience is chewed down till it's a frayed and mangled mess. This thing, I think it's called guilt.
Posted by quirkyditz at 7:55 pm
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