I'm so fucken angry at the world. People specifically and the very reaction I'm having is the issue I'm having with it all. Anger and rage. WTF?! I don't think anyone fucken gets how vile it is. It pollutes, destroys and fucks everything worth living for. You know that feeling of clawing at the sky but at the same time you want to pull it down and embrace it. You want to love the fuck out of it until it's better… until it's healed and you can breathe again. Some days I should just fucken go and then I think of what I love and by God's will it's worth everything and all that I am.
This is my hidden diary of feelings pushed way under that proverbial bed where no one will find it, where no one really gives a fuck but I can vent these tears of anger and hate at what man has fucked. Fuck anger and rage! Here's mine in a note. I burn it, say my prayers and smile as I ride into the night.
