• 11:00

    by  • February 4, 2012 • Anger • 0 Comments

    Screw everything. Screw fucking everything. I feel terrible right now. I feel like I just wasted and hour and a half of my life for no reason. Of my precious weekend time. I am a fucking idiot. I want to kill something, punch something, rip my hair out. I want to cry until there are no tears. I want to rip all my clothes off and lay in the middle of my floor, huddled up with nothing else touching me. I want to freeze to death – I am burning up. I want to rant and rage at you with all of my heart about why I’m mad at you. I want to rant and rage about why I’m not attractive in the way I want to be. My skin is scarred, forests are plenty, and I just burn. I burn all over. Fire licking at my face, my eyes, my lips, my nose. Fires of anguish, flames of anger. I have wasted my life. I have wasted my day. Productiveness does not exist. I am useless. You are useless. We are useless.

    But I love you. Madly and hopelessly I love you, and for that reason I could never send this to you. I’m so mad because I can’t be mad at you – I’m mad at myself for being mad at you.

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