There’s a famous saying: Don’t go to bed early. Stay up and plot your revenge.
Such lies when it’s more like: Stay up tossing and turning. Seething in your own rage. Arguing with the “culprit” in your head. Logically but forcefully. Imagining the other person bowing down to your ultimate reason. Feeling hot fury course through your veins every time you think about them. Which is every second.
Tossing some more.
Balling up your fists in the effort to stay calm. And then giving up because you almost sliced open your palm with your own nails.
Silently whimpering with the pain of almost having stabbed your palm with your own nails. Feeling your blood boil once again as you think of them. Thinking of what they almost made you do to yourself.
Tearing up at the stupidity of it all.
Wishing you could just…sleep in peace forever.