Irritable. Hot tempered. Explosive. Hazardous.I guess I had to carry this sign everywhere.
Careful, am ready to cough up venomous words.
Spitting my frustrasions. Shoot out my anger.
Am angry at people, policy, institutions, rules and lord knows what.
Sooo want to punch some noses, smack some faces, kick some asses.
Have this enormous urge to deliberately hurt some people.
Zero level of tolerance towards adult and their idiocy.
Am this little kid in one of those crappy chickensoup stories, one that carries a huge hammer, who puts a nail everytime he’s angry and pulls them out when he’s no longer mad, leaving holes in the fence.
Maybe I should find a kickboxing class.
Or check the bloody calendar. Hohohoho……
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