Driving myself mad with believing that I am so easily pushed out of your way. Infuriated with the past three years of being hooked in the mouth because I remember the satisfaction in your eyes. Indignant for allowing to be reeled within your palms that have stayed just as sweaty, as unsympathetic, and as rough as i can remember; just to be booted back into the water again. Looking back, I was under the impression that you were merely a lost soul, a ship without a captain, and ultimately a lost cause. **You still are.