It comes and goes literally like a storm. So quick, so instinctual that I don't even notice until the tearing sound of papers, or the bam on my door knocked my head.
Wait, what?
Until then I realise I did it all again.
Another outburst, another furious day, another incident that left my loved ones dumbfounded.
I can't say it's not their fault, but their share is too small to be treated like this.
Being short tempered is one of the reasons I hate myself.
The ugly, short tempered, furious me.
I hate myself.
I hate myself so much that I'm angry with myself.
I blame me for being me.
I resemble what makes me "me".
And rage is only the beginning.
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Storm inside My Head
Ngẫu nhiênRandom thoughts, rage, depression, anxiety, rants... All the stormy moments in my head. Cuz if I don't leash them out, I will go crazy.
