This angry little voice inside seems to have waken up...
The day was definately started in good spirits. Then, I realized everything fuck-hole has stolen off of my person. Then, the little pissant has the nerve to yell at me. I made a joke and he freaked the fuck out. I can feel something waking inside of me. It's just... right inside... boiling and waiting for me to sweat it out. It's like this overwhelming fury aimed in one direction, and I have no idea what to do with it. It's time to wake up from this dazed state I've been in. That's why I got hurt so bad. I wasn't paying attention. I should have known not to let Marcus borrow the phone. I was being lazy. This is goig to happen; it has to happen.