I think I forgive people too easily...or at least allow too easily, for people to accept the illusion of being in my good graces. And though I think pretending I'm really laid back and don't let things eat at me me really helps me feel emotionally mature, sometimes its really hard to stomach when I myself can't get past it.
Sometimes repeatedly telling myself that I don't care, and that its how life bakes its cookies helps me come to terms with things. And a lot of times, I end up saying it so much I believe it; and then I feel grown-up and happy. Most of the time.
Other times, not so much. But hey, that's how the cookie crumbles. No use dwelling, right?

"...don't give me no shit because I've been tired"