I feel like yelling at something, just howling at the top of my lungs.like a wounded up ball of disgust and anger.I'm sick of everything all of it pisses me off.My coldness outweighs my rage as i fight back the urge to choke someone with their own hand.
I've lost myself somewhere I get the feeling I'm not only being forgotten by others but am forgetting myself.I was never a nice guy when the hell did that happen. I'm quick to apologize to someone who was rude to me,this coming from a guy who beat someone three time his size to ground just to scare an EX's new boyfriend.
what ever happened to the old me, the cruel me, the strong me.
this jokermask is a hindrance that keeps the Chaos locked away every negative impulse that shouldn't be ignored builds up till I want to explode and bludgeon the nearest person with the heaviest thing I can find
honestly what good comes of being good I'm sick of it. nice guys finish last for a reason.I swear to god next person that even looks at me funny I'm gonna chase them down the street with a sledge hammer.
Im so pissed off Im shaking as I type.My attempt to quell this fury by venting in this journal isn't working I don't feel any better.I went to that chatroom to calm myself now I feel even worse Im more irritated I don't ever wanna go back there again.