I know people who go for a swim, listen to music, pray or even have consensual act of maturity in order to get their rage against anything and everything.
From today onwards, I am going to get my rage on these words towards everything.
Work, oh lord! I hate this more than anyone would know. Everyone thinks that I am the workaholic so addicted to the success of the day. No no no…I hate this. I hate me being the only one who never says Can’t. I always find my way through a million thorns and get these through. For this, why am I chastised for this?
Guys, oh god! I disgust it when they think they are so fine. And we all are like whores. I hate it when they think they know what’s good for us, when they have rarely in mind what is good for us. I respect them, look upon them, but only if they aren’t covered in shit to look above them and be beside them. Aaaarrrrgh!
Sleep, damn, why am I awake when I am so dying to have my beauty nap? I sleep when I don’t want to sleep. I am up when I don’t want to be awake. I see a weird dream that wants me to wake myself up but I can’t. I see a joyful dream that I want to linger into deeper sleep but hey, my phone starts buzzing.
Politics, bugs me more than an untidy room. All I hear is being a responsible youth, I am supposed to take my responsibility and go vote. But am I to sell my constitutional power of 0.01% of one parliamentary seat to a film star or drug addict. Damn, it’s a hard decision to make, so don’t pressure me on being the responsible youth when it comes to voting.
Nothing goes fine these days. I want less traffic and its more. I want you to simply back off, but you are there when I need you and even when I don’t want you. I want to cry my eyes out, but there are not any tears nor even voice to scream off. I want to be single-handedly but I rarely get that hours that I absofuckinglutely treasure most.
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