Better left unsaid

Comments I wanted to leave today, but instead only spoke them aloud to mine own ears:

Your boozy discursives are more brilliant than my best when sober.

Maniacal one, I hate it that you have wonderful ideas but never, ever, not once, have followed through to completion.

Perhaps if you spent more time instilling solid values into your children rather than focusing on nail-painting, indulging their every desire and making fun of others, they wouldn't be such spoiled little bitches brats.

I used to think you were sensitive and bright, now I see you're nothing more than a pompous windbag.

Your words read like I imagine an LSD hallucination would look.

You move me. You touch me. I am a little bit in love with you, and I yearn.