*or people you can't speak to.
It's done. You've thrown, punted, kicked, tossed, crunched, slammed your cellphone. The crack in the phone is better than a crack in a tv screen, in a window, better than a dent in a car, a bruised hand or ego. FUCK! Now, you are shouting your most honest feelings to no one in particular, pulling your hair, screaming into pillows,taking a breathers, being angry. Like Mic Geronimo would say Shit's Real. Being misunderstood is one of the most frustrating feelings one can have: How could you? Why would you? Didn't you think to? Why would you think that I? What can we do when we are hitting the conversational wall.