FUCK.

Don't ask.  Don't try to ask.  Those who know why know why.

I am on the verge of finding something to tear into.  Punching pillows just doesn't cut it, and my hands are turning into fists whenever I don't watch, or the fingers are flexing for a throat.  My legs are twitching for hefty violence, and I have a distinct feeling that I am not going ( Read more... )