Vent

Violent

I like to think of myself as an easy person to be around.
I'm quiet, I provide the occasional witty joke; I'm just there for a good time.
However
Every once in awhile, something is struck within me that insights a primal rage.
A rage that fills my body, starting from my stomach.
The main trigger?
Rejection.
The feeling that I am not someone's priority, that I am alone because everyone around me would rather be with someone else.
Which is okay I guess, it's nothing new, but fuck is it exhausting.