The fine line.

What is the fine line that draws between the two sides of tolerance?

I do not know is it that I am too sensitive, or that the constant nagging and mockery have been piling up onto me. This issue has been bothering me the whole day.

Things that I really am, I cannot argue much.
Things that happened by accidents, I shall let bygones be bygones.
Things that I am not entirely responsible for, I just couldn't be bothered to fight for it anymore.

I am getting tired, peeved with patience running out. Perhaps I should really try to cool it off.

Life has been rather fuck-ed up lately. I shall let cigarettes and booze to do the trick once more, with the help of FML to make myself a pale comparison.