I've got a knot tied in my heart about swearing again tonight.
There are two kinds of people in my life: The unbearable goodie goodie who never swears and the cool-type who do it because it's cool (and despite all claims to the contrary, there isn't any other reason.)
And why did you of all people have to conform to that silly paradigm? It's like some lame disease! Why can't people just not say those words?
No one gets out. No one isn't one of those two.
It ties my heart in a knot and I don't know what that feeling is called, but it's unpleasant like not being able to breathe is unlpeasant.
It's painful like your dad not showing up when he promised he would.
It's frustrating like your boss firing you as a scapegoat for things you just learned about the day before.