A milestone.
50 chapters of a crappy life.
And, to do something special, I'll make a revelation.
I feel one thing. And one thing only.
Red. Hot. Rage.
I'm so fucking pissed. So fucking mad. I feel like killing everyone around me just so I can calm down a little. I imagine all the gruesome ways I can get rid of someone.
And, in the end, I put it all into a tiny little vial. It looks so damn dense. Then, I balance it on a unstable stick.
I'm just waiting for that small crack, because a fucking hurricane is gonna shoot out.
This is the only feeling that I could really understand. That makes sense in this body of mine.
I would like to remember when I was happy, but I can't. And that just adds to my growing frustration.
I actually think its making me sick. Weak even.
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Darkness reprieve
Non-FictionFor some reason- and I don't know why- I don't care what I become.