I screamed some awful things at somebody today. I felt better for it although I had a bit of a sore throat afterwards. Sometimes it just has to come out 🙁
Do it. Scream in to your pillow. You will feel better. There is a post I see a lot on tumblr that says ”I’m a screamer; not sexually just generally in life”. It always makes me laugh.
I was going to post this same exact thing today. I want to scream. I want to scream so loud and long that I lose my voice. This world we live in, it is an unfair, unjust and cruel place to live. I want to scream and scream then scream some more.
I have been shoveling so much good karma into the universe. So much fucking good karma, turning the other cheek. I am no longer a total douchebag to my fellow man. It has been years since I have swung a hammer at someone verbally just to watch them fall.
I don’t even wish the fucking world would end tomorrow so that every person in the world is living the same life of misery as I am.
I want to take a hammer and smash everything around me. Pull doors off hinges, break glass just to hear it fall to the ground. My teeth are chattering I’m so angry. There is no where for this anger to go anymore. I run on a treadmill until I’m exhausted, force myself to calmly talk to people, treat others the way I would want to be treated. But the fucking world just sometimes throws shit at me, over and over and over and I keep dodging. Like a million fucking monkeys have a target on my back.
I wake up every day and say to myself: “today will be the day, today will be the day that I conquer my fears, my hopes are fulfilled, my dreams begin to take shape”
Then I come home and nothing is changed, Not a thing. My life is a fucking abysmal hole of shit that is just a rollercoaster that never ends. I get in the fucking roller coaster cart and loose my stomach. As I climb the next hill I think: “this will be the day, this will be the day that my hopes are fulfilled and my dreams begin to take shape” then I drop again.
I want to run, just keep running to the ocean and float on the sea and watch the stars and deceive myself into believing that getting up in the morning has the kind of meaning that floating in the ocean at night does.
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I screamed some awful things at somebody today. I felt better for it although I had a bit of a sore throat afterwards. Sometimes it just has to come out 🙁
i dont want to scream at someone .. i just want to scream a voice not a word more like screaming a pain out
Do it. Scream in to your pillow. You will feel better. There is a post I see a lot on tumblr that says ”I’m a screamer; not sexually just generally in life”. It always makes me laugh.
I was going to post this same exact thing today. I want to scream. I want to scream so loud and long that I lose my voice. This world we live in, it is an unfair, unjust and cruel place to live. I want to scream and scream then scream some more.
I have been shoveling so much good karma into the universe. So much fucking good karma, turning the other cheek. I am no longer a total douchebag to my fellow man. It has been years since I have swung a hammer at someone verbally just to watch them fall.
I don’t even wish the fucking world would end tomorrow so that every person in the world is living the same life of misery as I am.
I want to take a hammer and smash everything around me. Pull doors off hinges, break glass just to hear it fall to the ground. My teeth are chattering I’m so angry. There is no where for this anger to go anymore. I run on a treadmill until I’m exhausted, force myself to calmly talk to people, treat others the way I would want to be treated. But the fucking world just sometimes throws shit at me, over and over and over and I keep dodging. Like a million fucking monkeys have a target on my back.
I wake up every day and say to myself: “today will be the day, today will be the day that I conquer my fears, my hopes are fulfilled, my dreams begin to take shape”
Then I come home and nothing is changed, Not a thing. My life is a fucking abysmal hole of shit that is just a rollercoaster that never ends. I get in the fucking roller coaster cart and loose my stomach. As I climb the next hill I think: “this will be the day, this will be the day that my hopes are fulfilled and my dreams begin to take shape” then I drop again.
I want to run, just keep running to the ocean and float on the sea and watch the stars and deceive myself into believing that getting up in the morning has the kind of meaning that floating in the ocean at night does.
RANT OVER
*drops mike*