Anger.

Joe doesn't so much as attack the pestering toy as he does the gaping darkness It darts into. I know this for fact, because I can pull the toy out, and he goes stark mad attacking the inside.Alot of interesting-half-truth-gibberish can be pulled from this...but I'm not in the mood.
Instead..
I'd rather rant.
About lost best friends, the kind that are so goofy you know you'll never find another one like them for quite a while.For feeling like you lost a blessing that was intended to be yours for a certain stage of your life.
For hating people who use him, mistreat him, don't give him what he really deserves, and cheat on him. Because he is noble, kind, honest, and real. Unlike some people.
For missing a relationship of even give and takes. Of literal brotherly love.
He deserves a quirky techno queen who is skinny blonde and sincere.
Sincere.
I love that word.
If I could have back what was right before, I would.
I warned what I could. I loved while I could.
It's just .. such a sad shame.
That's exactly what it is.
A sad shame.

Now I need to caaaallm down.

I love Missy Higgens, love her.
I love her song Scar. I love it. Love It. LOVE IT.
She has a real wonderful voice.