for some reason i am so angry. i want to tear my room apart. rip paper into dust. scratch the paint off the walls.

you dont understand my rage. you dont understand how hard it is for me to swallow my anger, my urges to peel off my own skin, to scream. you will never understand how physical these emotions become, how i can throw you vehement glares, dripping with venom and distrust as you reach for my cold shoulder. you dont believe me when i speak of violence or self multiltion, trusting logic and common sense had just eluded me for one fleeting second and i was merely rambling, speaking of things too far fetched and simply ridiculous to be true. u think that tiny burning cold jewel of broiling infuriation, irritation, icy harshness is non existent. i hate you i hate you i hate you.

i hate myself.