I shouldn't bear a grudge, or file it away to torture myself with later, or sit and stew... All three, however, are ingrained traits that I wish I didn't have.
I get the feeling that this petty slip of rude hurtful self-pity made in a tired moment may stick around and jab me when I need it the least.
It should be dismissed. It is irrelevant, and rendered obsolete by an apology.
I love my life (or most of it), so why do I harbour such bitterness over small things?
My memory is a pinboard for everything hurt, spite and hate. They say you only use a small part of your brain, and I'd love to swap this part for something a little less... sullen.
Why can't I just let these things go?