Anger That Grows

There is a desperate anger. The self reproducing fury multiplies, extends, creates, there is anger inside outside, everywhere. Almost omnipotent. Anger is not god. Anger shouldn’t control. But it is. Stop telling me that I won't get as far as everyone else has because I'm incapable of doing so, I’m getting sick of this week (if I haven’t already got sick of the last urgh) and only plowing through every open-ended dream. It’s Wednesday and it’s though I’m stuck in the middle of the week, or maybe the busyness caught out with me. Whatever it is, everything seems warped in time and things that are supposed to go slow go fast and vice versa. Warped anger. Everything deals with anger nowadays today

I am getting so sick of this routine. I hate having no one to talk with, rushing through all my work, and never enough time. Never ever ever. I start to make no sense.:(

I don't know what to talk about. It's almost as if I've become such a boring person with boring words with melancholic writing that no one really cares for because all everyone wants isn't here. And these boring words will make me sick because I don't like any of it.

*more sad smileys*

Maybe you should pay less attention and do more, whoever this is for. Maybe I have at least a sense of self integrity and you don't, you should learn. Wake up and learn. We keep talking about equality all the time but why are you imposing yourself as if you're superior than any one of us? I shouldn't even be wasting time here; time is money, time is life. I don't even know who this is for anymore. But there will always be people who befalls into this category of self-righteousness and overcharacterized behaviour. Maybe guilt will do you some good.

And some sleep will do to me.

I'm sorry this had to be an angry ransty post :( Goodnight.