Monday, August 25, 2008
I've no idea where the burst of anger came from this evening.
But I'm seriously angry this time. Not even irritated anymore, wayy wayy past that.
Cause it's not just a one-time thing that I've delusioned myself to keep thinking. It's repeating again and again and everytime I try to stop myself and think twice bout' my actions, I end up bottling up another black anger.
It's no different this time, I can tell.
Because this time I was only allowed to let out that little bit.
There's still the whole bottle. Who knows what will happen the next time?
I just hope the lid is always closed tight, cause' once it's open; there's no turning back.
I don't want that to happen. I don't want to be sealed tight in an enclosed shell of ice.
Such that I've no idea what to do anymore.
SuicidalBallerina
05:39
