I'm feeling destructive. I want to punch something. I want to kick, rip, tear, bite, scratch, maul, slam, bash, smash, and generally fuck something up. I'd like to punch a punching bag until my fists bleed. I want to attack a newly built house with a sledge hammer.
I want my outside world to reflect the turmoil of my inside world. But it doesn't. I'm calm on the outside. Composed. I hold my hand out if front of me and it doesn't shake.
Self control is an interesting thing once mastered. It will allow you to face anything with grace, or seeming grace which is pretty much the same to the outside observer.
I need sleep.
I want my outside world to reflect the turmoil of my inside world. But it doesn't. I'm calm on the outside. Composed. I hold my hand out if front of me and it doesn't shake.
Self control is an interesting thing once mastered. It will allow you to face anything with grace, or seeming grace which is pretty much the same to the outside observer.
I need sleep.