The anger I feel now is a deep, searing heat beneath the lungs. When it gets this uncomfortable, I know I should lock myself somewhere and deliberate.
Anger, like sadness, is suffocating. Only I cannot beautify it in my mind with metaphors, and so it remains an ugly thing.
I AM SO FUCKING PISSED!
I DON'T EVEN FEEL BETTER SAYING THAT!

At the end of it, they want it to be that everything was justified and no one was to blame. So if everything else was justified, does it mean my anger is the only unreasonable factor? MERDE!!!!!!!!

I am thinking dirty thoughts now like taking a huge chunk of the cake early tmw morning and donating it to the pigeons, or demanding my 42.50 back just to make a point of my anger. But what's the use? It's just a freakin downward spiral. omg omg omg...







the night weighed
come light
nullify
rage