I Like To (Mind) Fuck

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I’m actually really calm right now,

but I feel like if someone were to come up to me in my face with a mess of bullshit I’d probably fucking kill them. I’m calm. But I feel like I want to go looking for a fight.

I’ve been excessively angry for a while. I have always had anger issues, but lately…fuck, I want to just feel my fist connect with someones face or body. Only because once upon a time it made the me inside feel momentarily okay.

Stupid, right? Of course I won’t…I can’t afford to revert back to the old me. I guess my body still hasn’t gotten rid of all of my old, obsolete, coping mechanisms.

This is the time I need to lock my crazy ass in my room, be alone and just breathe.


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