pissing on the floor

Good morning everyone.
It is none other than... well, me.

Right now, it's 2:44AM. I'm sitting here listening to "Rotten Apples: The Greatest Hits" by The Smashing Pumpkins.

Have you ever wondered how one person can have such control over you, that it makes you feel like shit to the core? I think most people have. It's a weird type of psuedo-masochism... like the battered puppy syndrome in a way.

You know it's your fault for pissing on the floor, and you're not surprised when you get hit for it... but you'll still probably piss on the floor again because no one wants to take you outside.

I don't know, then again... I never really know, do I?