I have no idea why, but today I'm starting to feel helpless and hopeless again, which for me translates to desperate and violent. I feel like screaming at the top of my lungs and throwing things against walls to avoid being tempted to kick everyone I see in the gonads, yank them down by the ears as they crumple forward and knee them in the face.
Yes, my violent fantasies get rather specific. I find this soothing.
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