The Mirror.

If all you meet are assholes, maybe you're an asshole.

Some things you only need to hear once and they will stick in your brain.

Write about someone unbearable, they prompt me.

Well, to myself I say this:

Why couldn't you save your marriage?

Why couldn't you control your temper?

Why were you not satisfied with your life after the military?

Why can't you just feel happiness like anyone else?

This man is a jerk, and most times I hate him, though the reason remains mostly undiscovered.

Perhaps he will become my catalyst to do better. Time will whisper the answer to me in the wind.

It is the only sound I hear now that my loved ones have dispersed away from me and only an empty house remains.

Maybe I will write about it, instead of picking up my gun and killing him.