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September 15, 2004 Ever heard people say ‘My blood was boiling and I thought my veins would pop’… ‘I wanted to smash so and so’s head on the asphalt, cut them up in small pieces and feed them to the dogs’… ‘I was so mad that I wish I had a gun’ these are some of the things running through my mind right now. I’m so beyond the stage of anger, rage and fury. I don’t think the reasons are that important or rather in retrospective they would seem funny and childish but I’ve ranted and raved (to anyone who would listen). I’m exhausted but my blood still craves revenge, redemption and retribution. All I want to do is to settle some scores. People out there please share breathing exercises, relaxing techniques, explosives, machine guns, and contact numbers of assassinators, or anything that might help! (10:43 PM) ~`~
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