Anger issues

Anger issues

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Fuck "I yelled". Why the fuck does this happen to me. She looks over at a Mountain Dew can and crushes it with all her might. Her face is bright red she's shaking with anger she runs into her sisters room next door to her bedroom and slams the door."YOUR THE REASON WHY I TRIED TO KILL MYSLEF"she screamed. She sits with her back to the door and breathes heavily.Almost crying She looks down at the chipped wooden door and a tear falls.She looks over at the bottom of the door. There's a peace of very thin but sharp peace of wood. She puts it to her vain. Crying she thinks "what if I were to cut right down"? She hears her mom coming up the stairs she throws the peace of wood. Across the room. "Sweetie you okay?" Her mom says. "Yeah I guess" I said. Creek. "As the door opens". "Destiny don't lie to me" her mom says. I look at her and breaks down crying. " mom I'm not okay I need you in my life I need you to help me in my life" she cried. "Baby you know I love you just don't understand.
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isolation

this story is about a scientist in Antarctica slowly losing his sanity I can feel the corners of my lips tug upwards and before I know it, I'm cackling. My laughter rings through the empty room, bouncing off the walls as I double over in hysterics. Despite the dire situation, I can't seem to stop. With each passing second, my giggles become more uncontrollable, more manic. As I catch my breath, I try to reassure myself. "Everything will be fine," I tell myself, punctuating my sentence with another bout of laughter. "Because, because!" I repeat, and my voice breaks into another round of giggles. But soon, my mirth turns to misery as my laughter becomes sobs. I collapse on my hands and knees, tears streaming down my face until they blur my vision. The tears burn my skin, adding to my anguish. I can't even cry in peace, can't even surrender to my despair without feeling physical pain. "Oh god, I ruin everything Johnny- I'm sorry!" I cry out, my voice cracking. "I'm supposed to keep care of you and I'm sorry! I'm so sorry Johnny!" I scream, pounding my fists on the cold, hard floor in frustration. It's no use. Nothing can save me. I feel my tears freezing on my face and I quickly dry them with the back of my hand. I crawl over to the fire, seeking warmth and comfort. But there's no comfort to be found.

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