1.
It makes my blood boil, it gets my heart racing.
It gets me nauseous. It spoils my appetite.
It makes me hopeless. It makes me cry.
It is what you know and I know.
It is not worth repeating, every time.
2.
It makes me thankful I am still alive.
It reminds me that no one is worth depending on, or hanging on to.
(Other than God.)
Absolutely no one.
