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I want to copy-paste some lyrics here to help express what I'm feeling.
I want to rage against what's happening. I want to be able to pour my hate, my anger, my distress into channels that will produce some of effect.
I want to express my ravening, bestial anger, my heartrending pain, my venomous hate, my rimey grief. But, it's all so much melodrama, all so much impotent noise. I'd just bloody my throat by screaming at the sky.
Fuck, can I ever not use metaphor?
Damn it. I was happy. I'd found someone else in life who enjoys my company, who finds me humorous, hell, who loves me. And I love her.
And it's not selfish desire to keep her close to me. I want her to live a life that fufills her, that makes her happy, that allows her to get everything she deserves, and her mother (a woman who now raises my bile so much that it threatens to eat away my very throat) wishes to snatch it all away from her for petty, obstinant, idiot reasons!
Yet, I can do jack-all squat. I'm useless in this situation. I want to help, but I can do nothing.
Hell, even all my spite, all my choler is useless. As much as I want to destroy, I cannot.
Accursed circumstance.
I want to rage against what's happening. I want to be able to pour my hate, my anger, my distress into channels that will produce some of effect.
I want to express my ravening, bestial anger, my heartrending pain, my venomous hate, my rimey grief. But, it's all so much melodrama, all so much impotent noise. I'd just bloody my throat by screaming at the sky.
Fuck, can I ever not use metaphor?
Damn it. I was happy. I'd found someone else in life who enjoys my company, who finds me humorous, hell, who loves me. And I love her.
And it's not selfish desire to keep her close to me. I want her to live a life that fufills her, that makes her happy, that allows her to get everything she deserves, and her mother (a woman who now raises my bile so much that it threatens to eat away my very throat) wishes to snatch it all away from her for petty, obstinant, idiot reasons!
Yet, I can do jack-all squat. I'm useless in this situation. I want to help, but I can do nothing.
Hell, even all my spite, all my choler is useless. As much as I want to destroy, I cannot.
Accursed circumstance.