Self Preservation

I wish...

I had a greater capacity to hold anger... that way I won't add on to the already existing "I feel like an idiot!!" feeling.

I had more guts to yell, rant and scream... that way I won't carry more frown lines and wrinkles on this already old face.

I had more courage to say "enough IS enough!"... that way I can rid myself of this addiction.

I was more independent... that way I wouldn't feel such angst when affection and loyalty goes astray.

But since I can't seem to achieve any of the above.. I think I best start making myself all squishy and tuck me into a lil matchbox. Perhaps, I should even put that matchbox inside the drawer so that I can't be squashed abouts no more...