I'm just feeling cold as ice. As in, things need to become extremely cut and dry.


No more lip service. No, "see but change takes time". No more thin bandages on the massive wound. No more paper towels on the ocean.

I got that energy when you try to return something to a store and they attempt to give you store credit when you just want your money. Don't dick me around, give me MY money. Mine. Now. It is owed.