Well enough about crushes and other emotional breakdown shit from this guy.
"Fuck you.", He says.
"Fuck this!", He Yells.
IF I HAD A MIDDLE FINGER FOR EVERY SHIT HEAD LIKE YOU THAT PISSED ME OFF I'D HAVE PLENTY, SO I COULD GIVE THESE TWO TO YOU!
Fucking dirty little shit eating kick target!!!!!! Of all things.
Where was my anger? Where the Hell did it run off to?
Oh yeah. Let me tell you. Some little tramp decieded it was a good idea to go and make me happy! Well fuck her. She left just before a breakdown kicked in making me think it was all her.
SURE WASN'T!!!!!! Then I was sad and some other nancy bullshit that Daddy just dont' feel. Well FUCK! Then you see I'm thinkin about things here in my "Angry Chair" and I realize that I need my anger. I do. It makes me feel good. Cuz if I'm not gettting angry, then I'm not being bothered. If I'm not being bothered then why am I bothering to even live?
Don't get me wrong here, I am capable of experienceing the full spectrum of human emotions. I have a kinship for my anger and smash-wanting is all. It's gotten me through some rough shit. It's also gotten others through some nasty business.
Example: 2001 Parking lot. Full of people. At a bar. Self and some friends are about to get into our vehicles, cabs or what have you. Most of us are gone now. I had barely been there for 10mins before it was house time. The trendy, sporty, socially jock types start making comments at our direction. Fine. They do that. I get a call on the celly phoney and decied to hurry my ass up. This means I get in my car and begin to drive...... What do I see out of my rear view mirror but one of the larger members of the AssJack mob has just slapped one of my female friends in the face. I felt the mad. I like the mad. I let it out. The car came to halt. A large angry man gets out (me) and just starts hittin til I get to that son of a bitch who thnks he's a big man. Turns out. I am. Also just so happens that him and his group get real scared when you start throwing a barely concious 230 pound man around with only one hand. Aparently they also get a little nervouse when no matter how much they hit you, you just don't even slow down. Yeah. Blood. Teeth. One of ladies NOT getting hit anymore. I felt accomplished. I love my monster. Now a days he does bad things to bad people. This I can accept.
Yeah. Mad. Gimmie gimme. No more mushy bullshit. BiXbY's gonna control this ride for a while.
I HATE V IS FOR VENDETTA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Just thought I'd remind everyone.
Source of anger:
Will (room mate) has court over this gay ass cap gun shit.
I've been acting differently these past few weeks. All feeling strange things and such.
I find out that the chick who so nicely wasted my time my have been falling in love with me. Yeah, well. You fucked that one up didn't yah Jazzy?
I don't have a boat.
I have to re arrange my life again now. I hate shedule time.
"Fuck you.", He says.
"Fuck this!", He Yells.
IF I HAD A MIDDLE FINGER FOR EVERY SHIT HEAD LIKE YOU THAT PISSED ME OFF I'D HAVE PLENTY, SO I COULD GIVE THESE TWO TO YOU!
Fucking dirty little shit eating kick target!!!!!! Of all things.
Where was my anger? Where the Hell did it run off to?
Oh yeah. Let me tell you. Some little tramp decieded it was a good idea to go and make me happy! Well fuck her. She left just before a breakdown kicked in making me think it was all her.
SURE WASN'T!!!!!! Then I was sad and some other nancy bullshit that Daddy just dont' feel. Well FUCK! Then you see I'm thinkin about things here in my "Angry Chair" and I realize that I need my anger. I do. It makes me feel good. Cuz if I'm not gettting angry, then I'm not being bothered. If I'm not being bothered then why am I bothering to even live?
Don't get me wrong here, I am capable of experienceing the full spectrum of human emotions. I have a kinship for my anger and smash-wanting is all. It's gotten me through some rough shit. It's also gotten others through some nasty business.
Example: 2001 Parking lot. Full of people. At a bar. Self and some friends are about to get into our vehicles, cabs or what have you. Most of us are gone now. I had barely been there for 10mins before it was house time. The trendy, sporty, socially jock types start making comments at our direction. Fine. They do that. I get a call on the celly phoney and decied to hurry my ass up. This means I get in my car and begin to drive...... What do I see out of my rear view mirror but one of the larger members of the AssJack mob has just slapped one of my female friends in the face. I felt the mad. I like the mad. I let it out. The car came to halt. A large angry man gets out (me) and just starts hittin til I get to that son of a bitch who thnks he's a big man. Turns out. I am. Also just so happens that him and his group get real scared when you start throwing a barely concious 230 pound man around with only one hand. Aparently they also get a little nervouse when no matter how much they hit you, you just don't even slow down. Yeah. Blood. Teeth. One of ladies NOT getting hit anymore. I felt accomplished. I love my monster. Now a days he does bad things to bad people. This I can accept.
Yeah. Mad. Gimmie gimme. No more mushy bullshit. BiXbY's gonna control this ride for a while.
I HATE V IS FOR VENDETTA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Just thought I'd remind everyone.
Source of anger:
Will (room mate) has court over this gay ass cap gun shit.
I've been acting differently these past few weeks. All feeling strange things and such.
I find out that the chick who so nicely wasted my time my have been falling in love with me. Yeah, well. You fucked that one up didn't yah Jazzy?
I don't have a boat.
I have to re arrange my life again now. I hate shedule time.
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