im so angry my emptiness my loneliness my everything all my emotions boil down to rage
why must i have such high expectations of myself, and why must other have such high expectations of me? im not built for constant brain tearing, splitting, spearing forwards, to stab the wall with the sharp edges of my frazzled mind
im a live wire fizzling against the ground begging, reeling, praying for someone to touch it to spread its angry, fizzing electricity through someones heart.
as i continue down this path drinking and smoking and pushing myself to death the teenage dream my rage will push me to new heights pull me up to great things just to spite those who wronged me.
sometimes rage is the best lighter for the fire in your heart.