I'm so fuckin' angry! I need to mellow...I need to punch something....I need....I need BIF!! There's nothing better than being pissed off and listening to loud music!!! Ahhhh, feeling better already! Except for the fact that that f***ing asshole belittled all I am, and all I've done, then proceeded to tell me that I take offense too easily........GGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!! I'll show you too easily offended, you lazy-pot-smoking-good-for-f*...

I should feel sorry. I should feel guilty. I should feel like confessing, like I need to seek redemption and solace, to clear myself, cleanse myself, purify from these wonderful, painful, and ecstasy inducing thoughts. The sky is falling on me, and I couldn't relish it more. The sky is crumbling and soaking me, letting me feel cleaned and pure, but still holding me back. The ultimate of betrayls, and all I can think of doing is soaking in the sky's euphoria, drinking it, lapping it, bathing i...