Sometimes I just want to shout at the world and tell it to go fuck itself.
Othertimes all I want is to be heard without actually saying anything.
I can deal with the pain but not with the rage that comes hand in hand with it.
I hate the aching feeling of having to break something, be it the wall or my hand on it.
I hate the way I hate everyone I love when I’m feeling like this.
I can’t stand the fact that I hurt people with my ways.
I don’t mind being the one who cares more, but I hate that I’m such a coward.