Ghastly Prison
Have you ever been so mad at the world? You wake up angry, go about your day angry, go to bed angry. If not, then you’re incredibly lucky, and I envy you. I'm angry at myself, at my family, at my neighbors, at the society, at everything... Why? I've 0 ideas, really. Rage just boils within, and it's not pretty. Imagine going to work feeling nothing but pure anger, and later you'll have to suppress it just so you can have proper human interactions throughout the day. It's fucking torture. Violent things often cross my mind, but I would always dismiss them as quickly as they come. Maybe it's all just infestation of anger and pain accumulated over the years, all pent up. I've never been very good at communicating my feelings with others and it often proves to be my downfall over and over. Hell, I would do anything to be able to express myself and be heard. Well... tough shit, sunshine. I don't think I'll have a