Sometimes you wake up and the first thought you have is what you want. Other times it's what you're trying to not want but because that thought in is already floating around, it's hard not to.

Sometimes you'd wish that thought would just grow some balls and take a flying leap off a cliff with no jet-pack to send it back to stable ground. But no, the thought persists and festers. It's in my head now. Make it go away.

A little green icon on my phone screen doesn't do anything but burn the thought deeper into my mind. Scar tissue is what it remains, there's no justice, no clean slate, just thoughts.

It puts the embers of anger and disdain in my heart. Solemn contemplation as to why it persists. Heavens help me. Universe, send me a distraction. Anything! Work puts me in somewhat comfort, occupies the thoughts with managerial things, with colleagues and friends and tasks and problems but when that's all over the thoughts come trickling back. Boredom seems to the the prime factor for this kind of abuse.

... Only hate.